“Whether it’s good or bad, you won’t know until you try. If you’re curious, Nurse Sasha, you should try dating too.”
“Well, you need a guy for that.”
“Want me to set you up on a blind date?”
“If possible, I’d like a handsome guy. If you have one, introduce me.”
As Nurse Sasha said this nonchalantly, Gia burst into laughter.
Just then, Gia’s phone rang, interrupting the laughter and conversation for a moment.
As Gia brought the phone to her ear, Lola glanced at her before shifting her gaze back to Nurse Sasha and asked quietly.
“Do you want to grab some coffee?”
“I’m not really into coffee. I couldn’t sleep last night.”
“Oh.”
“But why coffee so early? Did you not sleep well last night?”
Nurse Sasha muttered as if to herself, looking at Lola with a curious expression.
It seemed to imply whether she had spent a hot night or not.
Feeling guilty, Lola avoided Nurse Sasha’s persistent gaze and waved her hands.
“I just felt like having coffee. How about juice instead?”
That wasn’t a bad suggestion, and Nurse Sasha nodded quickly.
“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”
Just then, Gia finished her call and walked toward the station, prompting Lola to casually ask.
“Gia, do you want something to drink? I’ll get it for you.”
“No, I have to go to the emergency room. I got a call from the ER.”
Gia showed Lola her phone and immediately turned to hurry away.
Lola also walked toward the elevator.
She didn’t usually have a habit of drinking coffee in the morning, but she thought that if she had a refreshing iced coffee, it might wake her up and help her remember something.
This morning, Dylan had repeatedly told her to remember everything about last night while they were having a hangover remedy together.
Lola was both curious and anxious about what on earth she had done that made him act so seriously.
*******
After ordering coffee and juice at the order counter and waiting, Lola continued to sift through her hazy memories.
“Thank you for saying you’d marry me, Lola.”
She remembered her heart racing wildly at his confession, and to calm herself, she drank wine.
One sip, two sips…
Even though she hadn’t drunk much, she couldn’t understand why she had gotten drunk.
What did I do?
What nonsense did I say?
She might have asked herself the same questions countless times by now.
Still, feeling frustrated by the lack of answers, she sighed, and just then, her phone chimed with a text message, drawing her attention to the screen.
The sender was Dylan Eve.
– Are you feeling okay? Is there anything uncomfortable?
He must have been busy, yet he sent her a message, showing that he was subtly concerned about her.
How kind and considerate he is.
Unknowingly smiling pleasantly, Lola quickly replied.
[Of course. I slept well, and I’m feeling refreshed after the hangover remedy. Thank you, Dear.]
After sending the message, she felt a slight regret that she might have made some mistake.
He must have had a hard time taking care of her last night while she was drunk.
Biting her lip, she noticed another message pop up.
– Do you still not remember anything?
The fact that she couldn’t recall anything was driving her crazy.
Her phone vibrated again.
– Don’t drink again!
As she stared at her phone screen as if it would burn a hole through it, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind like a breeze.
“I really like you a lot, Dear. Do you like me?”
“Are you drunk?”
“I’m not… drunk.”
“You seem drunk.”
“To my eyes, you still look handsome, cool, and amazing. So I’m not drunk.”
But that was as far as her memory went.
Nothing else came to mind, and she silently wished to remember more, but this time, a realistic voice pierced her ear, pulling her back to reality.
“Aren’t you, Lola?”
“Isn’t it Lola?”
Who is this?
Lola turned her head to the side, puzzled by the unfamiliar male voice.
“Is the hospital where you work around here?”
The man continued to speak to her.
She couldn’t remember who this man was, someone who spoke to her informally despite not being close.
Or maybe she just didn’t remember.
It was maddening that her memory, which wasn’t particularly poor, was failing her so much between yesterday and today.
Lola tilted her head and cautiously asked, “Excuse me, who are you?”
“Oh dear! Have you already forgotten who I am? My face isn’t so common that it should be easily forgotten.”
The man spoke in a murmuring tone, and his face clearly showed disappointment, but Lola felt uncomfortable.
‘Your face is indeed common.’
