After Falling in Love with Him, Life Becomes InterestingChapter 1
My mom took me to her friend’s house for New Year’s greetings.
I forgot my glasses, so from ten meters away, I couldn’t tell who was who. I mistook the dog lying on the sofa watching TV for the friend’s son and greeted “him” warmly.
"This must be Robert. It's been a few years since we last met, but you've lost so much weight."
Robert, who had just come out of the kitchen with a bowl of cherry, tilted his head in confusion.
Our mothers laughed so hard that they collapsed on the sofa. They patted their thighs and blushed from laughing.
Seeing that I was a little embarrassed, the innocent puppy that I mistook for Robert leaned over and licked my palm in a friendly manner.
I had known Robert since I was a child, but I was three years older than him. Later, we moved, and I hadn't seen him for several years.
I never expected that our reunion would involve me mistaking a dog for him.
I was so embarrassed that I almost dug my toes into the floor.
However, Robert looked quite unaffected and didn't take it to heart.
"Does it look a lot like me?"
Robert sat next to me and pushed the bowl of cherries toward me.
I picked up the puppy. “I can’t help it. It’s wearing our clothes.”
At a glance, Robert and the dog were wearing matching colors, so they did look somewhat similar.
"It’s my mother's bad humor."
Robert chuckled and then looked down, speaking softly with a hint of sadness, "I thought you were mad and didn't want to talk to me anymore."
My ears were always sharp, so I immediately caught that remark. My mouth jumped ahead of my brain, and I asked, "Why would I be angry?"
"...Because I stole your homework." Robert’s expression grew increasingly aggrieved, the 6-foot man towering over me like a big, sad puppy. “You said you never wanted to talk to me again.”
OMG. When five-year-old Robert said those words sweetly, it was charming, but hearing twenty-one-year-old Robert use the same tone was absolutely irresistible.
The stealing of my homework should have happened in junior high school. My family hadn't moved yet, and I had just graduated from primary school. My mother signed me up for a few tutoring classes after school, and I had loads of homework to do. Every weekend, I was either attending tutoring classes or trying to finish my homework.