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:I am the kind of mother who always feels sorry towards her child.
“Miss..?”
“Oh, yes, hello.”
“You look exactly like the picture..!”
"ah.."
The heroine's last words completely shocked her. The man tried to continue the conversation by saying something vague, showing how much he liked her, but her mind was only on Wooyeon at the kindergarten, so she couldn't continue.
“Should we order food first?”
“Okay...what...what would you like to eat?”
"How about pasta? This place is famous for its pasta."
“Ah.. okay, should I order two pastas?”
“I’ll have seafood tomato spaghetti, what about you, Yeoju?”
“I want... bacon... carbonara spaghetti..”
I found it difficult to even utter the word "bacon" because of my usual fondness for ham. Thoughts like, "I still haven't forgotten him, so do I really have the space in my heart to let someone new in?" kept popping into my head.
“Excuse me, can I have one seafood tomato spaghetti and one bacon carbonara spaghetti?”
Even though the food arrived, the female protagonist couldn't stop thinking about what she had been thinking about earlier, so she ate half-heartedly, feeling like she had no appetite.
“Miss, am I not that special?”
“Yes...Yes..? Yes?”
“...If you don’t like me, it’s okay if we stop. I don’t really want to force you to meet up..”
“Ah... I’m sorry... I guess I don’t have the energy to meet anyone yet... Sorry... Then I’ll wake up first..”
“......”
The man just stared at the back of the woman walking away with heavy shoulders, as if he couldn't shake off the burden on his heart.
"uh....?"
“.......”