Pree
I stare at the burgundy Aubusson rug under my feet. Next to it is the gift box that fell from my hands not long ago—a sign of an unwanted thing, just like how my presence is unwelcomed right now.
"Seriously? You just walk away like that, Al?" Su attempts to follow Al, but I grab her hand, holding her back.
"That's enough, Su."
"Enough? Pree, did you see how his mom treats you?"
"Yes. That's why we need to lie low. We don't want any more bad impressions."
Su clicks her tongue. "It wasn't about what we did. It was about what we brought."
"It wasn't a 'we.' It was just me. Your Ginseng Bird nest drink is already of high quality. It was only my gifts that upset her. After all, they are too simple."
"Seriously, we are only students. What kind of gifts does she expect?"
"Something
