Chapter 14
Enrique Geum means nothing to you; Enrique Geum means nothing to you. It had become Go Dok Mi's most frequent thought. But every time she saw him, she convinced herself of it less and less. She would eventually stop believing it all together. Could it be possible that she had loved him before her accident?
He seemed like a nice enough guy, but no one was nice enough to put up with her for an extended period of time. And besides, he looked and acted like a small child. There was no way Dok Mi would ever fall for a guy like that.
Yet… there was still something that drew her to him. With his childlike nature came a sense of innocence and purity. He couldn't be older than 23. Maybe she had liked how he hadn't seen any of the world or its suffering.
But even if she had loved him, it was over now. Any memories she'd had of their relationship was long gone. And it wasn't fair to him to still love her while she couldn't even remember him. But… she did remember some things.
She had another dream about the ocean. This time, though, there was a sandcastle. She never saw who built it, but she believed it meant something special to her. But she hadn't been to the ocean since high school. So why did she keep dreaming of it?
Go Dok Mi kept pondering this as she went back to her apartment. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice the small carton of milk on her porch. She bent down to examine it. Had someone dropped it or had it been meant for her? If it was the latter, why would anyone leave the gift of milk?
I won't have to go to the store for another day, she thought as she pocketed the small carton. But it still puzzled her. And even more then the milk itself was the small post it note on the side. There was doodle on it that appeared to be of her. She was standing in front of a painting. She wasn't a huge art fan, but she recognized it as a Van Gogh.
She didn't have the time or the patience to think about the drawing. Whoever it was would ether stop or make themselves known. She threw the milk in her fridge and went back to her desk. With nothing better to do, she might as well work on the next book.
This one was significantly less exciting than the last. It was a memoir of a famous lawyer, but not an interesting lawyer that handled murder cases and such. This was a well-known divorce lawyer. She spent the next several hours reading about failed marriages and the financial compensation or devastation that followed. She was sick of it by before ten.
How do some of these books get published? She thought as she stretched and yawned. Something caught the corner of her eye. She turned around in her char and saw Enrique looking at her through his window. He was smiling like he normally was, he looked angry even. He glared at her and he was wearing, of all things, a panda hat.
What the hell? She thought as he continued to scowl. She thrust her blinds shut and returned to her desk, but she could still feel his eyes on her. She eventually opened the blinds again to find that he wasn't there. A moment later, she heard the knock on the door.