Approaching Dr. Hirayama would not be easy. On both sides of the politician-expectant, there were two burly men in black suits, most likely his bodyguards.
This is so stressful. Luckily my hairs are already white and gray...
Tomas was back in his original position now. He wondered if he'd cost that random chef a job. Oh, wait... Smoke slightly turned his head to the left, and then jumped. One of Imagawa's men was right next to him, a slight scowl forming on his face. He brushed past Tomas nonchalantly, tapping his wrist furiously. "You're almost out of time."
Super short...yikes. That's the last draft I had in my notes when I checked. It's from early April, before my life went to crap... haha.
Author-nim here. Heh. I guess...you're starting to wonder whether I give a damn about this anymore. I promise I do..but health had not been my friend. In the past few months, I've gone through all types of health issues that debilitated not only my final semester, but my mental health. From shin splints, tendonitis in both hands, De Queryvains in both my thumbs, recently a pinched nerve in the neck, and now swollen lymph nodes, there are many pains and issues that not even all my family or friends fully knew about, not to mention the internet. A snapshot of how bad it was? At points I couldn't even hold a cup. I couldn't walk farther than 1 Km per day, had insomnia, didn't write with my hands for 2 months, and recently had bouts of neck pain that further deteriorated my mental health.
Thanks to God and constant prayers, I'm finally getting better. I will definitely be wrapping this story in the best way I know how. :D
Sorry, and thank you 3