Chapter
Mom greeted him since she recognized him despite the fact that he had only seen him a few times.
"Can I come in?" Kib asked as he kept opening the door. My mother nodded and motioned him to sit on the sofa, which he did.
I checked the time and it was 7:20 p.m., so I wasn't sure why he was here. He gave me a small smile as he gazed at me. He was dressed in a white sweatshirt and black jeans that he looked great in it.
My mother questioned, "You must be Kib?" and he nodded. I sense that he is embarrassed by his mother or, to put it another way, that he is really bashful. When I first met him, he was really quiet, and he only spoke when we spoke to him. So I can't believe he was alone when he arrived.
"Have you eaten?" my mother said, but he shrugged.