2 Chapter 1: Part 2

"Happy Valentine's Day!" I said over the phone as he was about to hang up.

Beeps answered me which wrinkled my forehead. Gosh! Is he really that busy that he forgot what day it is? He's really so not romantic! Why would I even wonder? He had never done anything that would activate the butterflies in my stomach other than his intimidating stare and unpredictable forehead kisses. Why did we even last for nine years? Maybe it is because after all this time, I'm still into him.

We grew up in the same neighborhood, in the same street. He was this kid who wears his favorite brick game printed blue shirt during weekends with his silvery blue bicycle, roaming around the village. That was the only thing he reminded me of him, but that changed a couple of years after when he laid his beautiful dark brown eyes on mine. His are the prettiest. Since then, we knew destiny kept us together. Every time I ask him to be my boyfriend, he would give me an answer of rejection, which confuses me. I mean, our parents are close and they have no problem with us being in love, we're closer than how friends are, and our Labrador- Chihuahua Sammy and their Persian Chloe doesn't fight like cats and dogs usually does. Isn't it a match made in heaven? Well, I get that back. We're not. Every time we would go out to watch a movie (That's how he call it ' cause he said, " Dates are too cheesy. "), it would end up me watching all those boring Sci-Fi movies. It would somehow save my decreasing love for the film industry if there's just a slight love thingy or bloody bodies during fight scenes included. And every time I would watch those romantic movies at home with him, he would end up burying his head on the pillow above my lap, buzzing like a bee. He doesn't give me flowers, or chocolates or teddy bears on our anniversaries, how much more on our monthsaries. He'd choose cuddling on the couch than awkwardly staring at each other at a five star restaurant, eating salads and tiny portion of luxurious foods. I think it was during our third anniversary? Yes it was when he tried cooking Carbonara for me. It was honestly a piece of crap. It tasted like plain sour milk, like a yogurt, with pasta and a lot of creepy things in it. Imagine. But I ate all of it; a pan full of it. I spent the next hours in the toilet that day. All in all, he is actually the total opposite of You Si Jin, Gong Yoo in the Goblin, Kang Chul and Sung Joon, a bit like Jung Hyun, but no.

One time "Hey.", I nudged him after an hour of looking at each other's laptop. I did not get any response as he focused more on playing League of Legends.

"Mike, have you heard the song Say you won't let go by James Arthur?" He moved his head from left to right.

"Why? You should! "And again, he nod. I just kept on looking at him, finding the right time to put the headphones on him for him to listen.

"Ugh! Why? Again!" he leaned to the couch behind him with both his hand on his head.

Pissed, I think he lose again. I took the chance and went to him with my laptop and put the headphones on him. He giggled. I smiled a bit because I thought he liked it but then, he laughed out loud and pulled the headphones off.

"Your love is more than worth its weight in gold?" He asked with a wide smile. I nod and waited for his response.

"It is such a corny song. He should have just talked about how great life is with technology and whatsoever. You know Emma, those songs you're listening to are sick." he said. Well, he's always like that!

Just last three years, August 2023, I was hired as a surgeon in Lincoln Medical Center, a twenty-three story building in the middle of Lincoln Street where there is an intersection, and just a kilometer away is Mike's newly opened computer shop. I would always spend more time there than in the hospital, when I'm not in the operating room. We became so busy that we almost forgot that we have each other, but that did not ended things between us. I stared at my phone as I dialed his number, again. It took me three calls before he finally answered.

"What?! I'm so busy, call me again later. "He said in a taut voice.

"Since you're busy, just send me an electronic Valentine's day card!" I said, demanding. I guess he already realized that today is Valentine's Day.

"Okay, bye." He said, toneless. Shockingly, my stomach rumbles as the butterflies in my stomach tickled me, making me cringe.

He's going to send me a Valentine's Day card! Isn't he kind of romantic now? For the first time in forever, he'll be doing the cutest thing he can. I am so excited! What would he tell me? Would he say sorry for being stubborn? I remembered he won an essay writing contest in Geneva when we were in Junior High. He was the representative of our school, Geneva International High, for the 30th annual celebration of Science and Math month. That was on the year 2013. Oh how fast the time flies.

"Calling the attention of Dr. Emma Dallan, your presence is much needed in the operating room, immediately." I ran as soon as I heard my name. Why would there be such reports on a happy day like today? Swiftly, I took off my white coat and squeezed in to my scrubs. I prayed as soon as I saw my assistant already inside. I still get the nerve though I have done a lot of crucial operations in the past.

Let's get it on!