"I'll walk you to the door." Seojun said and I stepped back for him to come out of the room.
He closed the door but I could still smell the cigarette.
It wasn't harsh and it had a subtle lemon flavor to it.
'I can't believe it.' I thought to myself while following behind as we made our way to the front door. 'Does Seojun smoke?'
I couldn't bring myself to ask him. It was just too weird.
"I hung out with a few older guys one time," he suddenly began speaking. "They had a very good sense of humor and talked like they had no worries in their lives. I had to entertain them because I needed their approval for the school project I was working on."
Why was he talking about this all of a sudden?
I wondered, but it didn't hurt to listen to the story, so I decided to stay quiet and listen till the end.