Gaeul expects things of you. You deliver.
“Of course I remember you!” Wonyoung exclaims, eyes unfocused and stare distant as a memory resurfaces. “I still have dreams about the massage you gave me, even a year later.”
“You haven't given me a massage!” Gaeul huffs.
You offer a shrug in response, smiling to yourself as envy begins to drip off of each and every syllable that slips past her pursed lips. “You haven't asked.”