The Nature of Possession

23 – EP.2 Imina-4

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A week passed faster than expected.

I had a hard time learning things on my own, and she was busy teasing other team members.

The team members were also having a hard time with the increased work, and the fact that the percentage of people working overtime is higher than before is proof of that.

Perhaps due to the will to leave work early on Friday, the team members stayed until late on Thursday and got what they wanted.

Mina, who confirmed that the instructions were in place, did not particularly stop them from leaving work early.

Saturday like that.

When she said that she would come pick me up, she didn’t mean anything.

‘I thought you’d be waiting for me at the entrance of the officetel.’

I laughed out loud when I saw her sitting close to the front door.

When you see something like this, you realize that ‘she’s obsessed too’.

Still, this is kind of cute.

They don’t stab you with a knife or inject strange drugs.

She could have sent a text message saying she was in front of the house or knocked on the door, but she was hesitant about the odd part.

There was no movement for about ten minutes, so I decided to move first.

“Have you been waiting long?”

After dressing casually in jeans and a shirt, I opened the door and went out.

“No, I just came.”

She was wearing slacks and a blouse.

Mina was wearing a bright spring-like outfit rather than the usual black office look.

She smiled briskly like a spring flower.

“You’re wearing pretty clothes.”

When I gave her a compliment that was a mixture of sincerity and lip service, she smiled.

“Thank you. Mr. Inho is always cool, his clothes don’t catch my eye.”

After exchanging good wishes like brothers with deep friendship, we headed for the company.

Unfortunately, neither of them had a car, so they took public transportation back to work.

Come to think of it, do I have a driver’s license here?

The company on the weekend was empty, and she, who became an avid teacher, taught me to work.

There was nothing special while learning the job.

– Can you give me the mouse for a minute?

and stick close to me.

– Well done. I guess I didn’t go anywhere.

while stroking your hair.

– Have you been sitting for a while?

or rub your shoulders.

– sleep.

At some point, I bought a coffee and put it on my cheek.

Except for what I do.

Apart from her actions, she explained things in a really easy way to understand, so it was easy to understand.

If I do well, wouldn’t it be about 0.9 servings from next week?

***

Repeated eating lunch in the middle and going back to work.

We were unaware of the passing of time and almost missed the movie time.

Without a car, we hurriedly packed our things and hurriedly ran to the cinema.

Fortunately, we arrived at the cinema on time, exchanged tickets, and each bought a cola and went in.

When I asked if he didn’t like popcorn, he said he didn’t like it because his hands were greasy.

Still, the caramel popcorn is delicious.

“I can’t buy it because it’s too late, but try the caramel popcorn. It’s really good.”

“Is that so? But you don’t have a chance to eat popcorn unless you come to the cinema, right?”

she replied, looking for row J.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll have to come one more time with Mr. Inho.”

As she sat down, she murmured.

The movie started, and we focused on the movie without saying anything.

In between, her fingers brushed against the hand on the armrest, but nothing more happened.

After the movie ended and the end credits rolled, she got up from her seat.

“Wow, that was fun.”

“I’m glad I picked a good one though.”

“Actually, it’s been a while since I’ve been to a movie theater, so I think everything would have been fun.”

When I asked, he said that he hadn’t been to a movie theater in about four years.

Well, just looking at it, he’s a workaholic… I think he would have come to work on the weekends too.

On our way out for dinner, we headed to the arcade at the cinema.

Originally, I was going to go to dinner right away, but it seems that her eyes are stuck in the arcade and she won’t leave, so I change the destination wisely.

“This is my first arcade room.”

“Then you probably don’t know anything about the game.”

Um, what good?

“How about this? It’s a game we play together. It’s a game about killing zombies with a gun.”

“Wow! It’s a gun.”

Holding a fairly heavy gun-shaped controller, she pointed it at the screen a few times and laughed.

How have you been living to see something like this for the first time?

“So, are we going?”

Insert a coin and start.

The game started with a loud sound.

I’m very familiar with the game grammar, I hit the aim properly and blew the zombies’ heads off, but she moves her body and even takes cover.

This isn’t a game that was implemented that way.

“Yap die!”

I was about to say ‘I’m not doing that.’ I stopped seeing her enjoying herself completely immersed in it.

Because the game is meant to be fun. What method is important?

Apart from having fun, it’s a secret that her skill is a complete troll, so she died soon after.

***

We came to a steakhouse.

Is it because he lives like a salty person in the original world? Over 20,000 won per meal is burdensome.

Even now.

“Everything is expensive.”

When I muttered something while looking at the menu, she put her hand on her waist and raised her head.

“Inho, don’t worry. I’m living today.”

It’s the complete opposite of her at work. Because this is valuable.

We decided to order a variety of menus and share them, and we talked about the movie we saw today and the arcade.

“I really felt that the technology had advanced. How do you put a trigger on a screen and shoot monsters in it?”

“Hmm… It’s complicated to explain…”

“Today I was a bit weak so I couldn’t beat the 1st round, but next time catch me and try to break through to the end.”

“I think you’ll have to cancel the installment savings account for that.”

“yes?”

“no.”

While we were talking, food was served.

As the food was placed on the table, I reflexively pulled back, and she looked at me curiously.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, I thought you were taking pictures.”

Because if you want to take pictures of food, you don’t have to show up on the screen.

“Photos? Oh, food photos? I don’t take them. I don’t have anywhere to upload them. Other employees do, but I don’t really understand why they do that.”

She said as she rummaged through the pasta with a fork.

“What a difference of perspective.”

He cut the steak and put it on her plate.

“A difference in perspective?”

She asked as she put the pickle plate next to me.

“Although photos of food don’t mean anything on their own, they do help bring back memories of the day. Photos.”

nod nod her head moved

“They say people forget things more than you think. It’s a concept that we don’t completely forget things, but store them somewhere deep.”

We quench our thirst with water and continue talking.

“If there is a medium, it brings back hidden memories.”

“Then this photo becomes the medium.”

“That’s right. Forget the bad memories, and remember the good memories while looking at the photos.

“That makes sense. Shall I try it too?”

She picked up her phone and took pictures of the half-eaten food.

-click.

-click.

After a few beeps, she asked me.

“Oh, please tell me how to do that Instagram.”

“Okay, could you give me your phone for a moment?”

I took her cell phone, made an Instagram ID, and handed it over.

“You’ll learn how to use it soon. Start by posting something simple.”

“Thank you. Oh, by the way, Mr. Inho.”

Calling me as she posts a picture she just took.

“yes?”

“How do you know Inho when you don’t do things like this?”

“That’s what friends do.”

“Woman?”

“yes?”

She smiles and stares at me.

“Are you a woman?”

“uh….”

“It’s a woman.”

I turned my eyes to the steak without saying anything.