You could say I was feeling quite on top of the world, as I snuck peeks at my arm while I ate my chilli fries. 

This was too cool! Me! Park Joo-Eun! In possession of the phone number of the hottest guy in the whole wide universe! Gah, blows the mind!

I happily kicked at the table leg as I slurped loudly on my bubble tea. 

Boy, oh boy you should see my face! 

It's all flushed like an overgrown tomato, just thinking of that sexy future husband of mine, my face hurts from smiling so much and even my dinky little eyes are curved like a rainbow, just like that super sexy singer Chungha.

Oh yeah, what an image of love indeed! This, folks, is Park Joo-Eun at her best!

I grinned to myself as I looked down at my arm. I opened and closed my cell phone indecisively.

"Should I call him now to let him know I'll be calling him later?"

I opened my phone, in the middle of dialing, before deciding not to go through with it.

"Or maybe I should do that 'hard to get' thing and wait for him to call instead?"

I opened my phone again. "But wait! I didn't even give him my number! How the heck is he supposed to call me?"

I closed my phone. "But Yongjoon, that creep, has my phone number since his sister is my lab partner. He could always give it to Jin to call me."

I opened my phone again. "But then again, Yongjoon would most likely give him a fake number just to spite me."

I closed my phone again and smiled cheerily to myself. "I'll just give him a call later myself!" I finally decided, before tapping my chin.   “Wait, who calls anymore?  I should just stalk him online first then text him!”

"Are you going to be this annoying from now on?" Alex complained, shoving a piece of sushi, chill fries, and taking a bite out of his hot dog, burger and nachos at the same time. 

The little piggy was a little peeved at the disturbing display of perkiness.

I turned to Max, who was too engrossed in that dratted magazine Joe gave him, to even eat his yummy chilli fries. 

"Max. Open." I ordered.

When he's in this state, his poor little brain can only process short, up to the point, orders. Max opened his mouth and I shoved in some fries for him. He immediately clamped his mouth shut and slowly chewed, his eyeballs never leaving the sight of the magazine.

Aiyah. If it weren't for me, this boy would starve to death, just ogling those car pictures all day long. No wonder he's skinnier than a crackhead.

His mom begged and pleaded for me to make sure he ate his meals because she found him dehydrated and practically on his death bed one time when she and her husband went away for a day spa.

Being the good friend that I am, of course I agreed and vowed never to let my poor best friend go hungry.

"Max. Drink." I ordered again.

Max slightly turned his mouth and pursed his lips together, trying to find the straw to the bubble tea I was offering in my hand. I heavily sighed as the poor boy got it stuck up his nose a good couple times before his mouth finally found the straw.

I turned back to Alex with a grin, while Max contentedly slurped on the boba.

"I'll only quit if you stop being such an egotistical hornball." I happily returned. 

I was higher than a crack whore and I wasn't going to let anyone get me down! Yeehaw I say!

Alex sat back in his chair and crossed his arms with a pout. 

"Hey! I resent that!" He argued. "I can't help it if girls always want to...check...this...hot piece...of...manly..uh...goodness..." he finally managed to finish as his eyes wandered towards a group of, ahem, scantily clad girls a few tables away from us. 

They were wearing the usual craploads of clown make up, skirts that could pass for ruffled panties and shirts so tight and small that it looks like you robbed a little boy's drawer.

Bleh, can you say hoe? My sister's quite the hoochie mama herself, but at least she has more class than those chicks, I must grudgingly mention.

I made a gagging sound while I shoved more fries into Max's open mouth and cringed as I wiped away the glob of drool near his mouth. 

Jeez, the things you have to do for a friend.