They both stood together by the wall of the home. Hawkeye carefully picked a wooden board off of the ground and proper it against the wall.
"It's very kind of you to come and help fix this hole."
Hawkeye grabbed a hammer and a nail while picking up the fresh board. "No problem. It's a shame these shells fall around here, looks like this place would have been beautiful once upon a time..."
"Yes, it is a shame..."
"I still don't understand how you do it out here. You're honestly a remarkable person."
Kyong Soon smiled at his compliment as she helped him hold the board against the somewhat fixed wall. He carefully held a nail up the the wooden board and began to hammer it down. However, Kyong Soon couldn't help but chuckle when Hawkeye missed and hammered his finger instead.
"Ow!" Hawkeye recoiled his hand from the wall and shook it trying to ease the pain while Kyong Soon laughed. He didn't know what hurt more, his thumb or his pride. "Ha-ha! Keep laughing..." he replied sarcastically as he tried to shine a grin through his grimace.
She gently took the hammer out of his hand. "Remember, your hands are for surgery." She stepped closer to the wall and began to finish hammering down the nail herself. All Hawkeye could do was watch her gorgeous face and smile. She finished and handed him back the hammer, stepping back from the wall. Hawkeye took advantage of this time together and approached her as calmly and relaxed as possible.
"Would you have dinner with me?"
She smiled and pulled back a stray strand of dark hair. "Would you like to share our evening meal with us?"
"No. I mean let's have dinner. Let's go out, the two of us."
"Where will we even go?"
"Uncle Ho's?..."
Kyong Soon sighed and began to make her way to a chair near her mother's bed.
"We'll eat by candle-light."
"Uncle Ho's has been bombed out for six months..."
"I know, you can always get a table there now." Hawkeye grinned, feeling some-what proud of his wit, maybe she liked that.
She turned to her mother and they began to converse in Korean. Then as Hawkeye stepped closer to the bed, her mother grabbed ahold of the hammer. "Hey! Hey! Don't worry it's finished." He tugged lightly on the tool, trying to gently take it back. With the help of Kyong Soon's gentle words to her mother, she released to tool, giving it back to Hawkeye. But when he looked up at Kyong Soon he could defenitly see uncertainty in here eyes as she began to walk away from her mother and himself.
"Kyong Soon... please, dinner?"
She looked down at her hands.
"We can bring our own food, it'll be a chance to get away from the war... I'll pick you up around seven?"
She still said nothing. Just as eerily quite as the day before on their fisrt car ride together. Until, finally, she quietly broke the silence.
She looked up to him with a genuinely warm smile. "Ok..." she whispered.