My Mysterious Girlfriend

"Then who is this delinquent girl to you?" He pointed with his cigarette to the girl who had her arms crossed in the surveillance footage.

"This delinquent girl is exactly my girlfriend," I replied.

Drenched in light rain before the typhoon, I met up with Christina at the cinema. As expected, she was still wearing that white T-shirt. When she saw me, she waved at me. I suddenly remembered the helpless hands in the nude photos and felt a sour taste in my mouth. So I suppressed myself and tried not to think about it too much.

"There are too many people in line. Let's go eat first." Christina's first sentence upon meeting changed our plans.

There weren't actually many people in the line, maybe just a five-minute wait, but when I glanced at my watch and realized it was almost dinner time, I figured she must be hungry and nodded in agreement.