11. Maybe it's just indigestion.

                                    

                                          
It was the third and final day Jennie waited for Lisa at the entrance of their college. She sat in her car, checking the time impatiently. Just as she was about to honk, Lisa came running, her bag bouncing against her back. 
Without hesitation, she opened the passenger door, slid into the seat, and buckled her seatbelt as if it were a daily routine. Before Jennie could say a word to scold her for being late, Lisa greeted her cheerfully, 
"Miss Kim!"
Jennie, suppressing a smile, simply nodded and started the car. The silence between them was calm, yet heavy, both aware that this was likely their last drive together. Lisa had recovered, and Jennie’s duty of driving her was officially over.
As Jennie turned the corner onto a quieter road, Lisa spoke, breaking the silence. 
"Miss Kim, I just wanted to say thank you for everything. You’ve taken such good care of me, but I don’t think you should waste your time on me anymore. I’m totally fine now."
Jennie gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling a pang of disappointment. She wanted to argue, to tell Lisa that it wasn’t a waste of time. But Lisa’s words were rooted in fact, and Jennie had no valid counterargument. So instead, she hummed softly in acknowledgment.
The thought of this being their last interaction spurred something in Jennie. A sudden surge of confidence pushed her to speak. 
“Lalisa,” 
She began hesitantly, her voice softer than usual, 
“Do you… want to hang out with me sometime? Maybe we could get to know each other better?”
Lisa turned to her, surprised. Her wide eyes wide, and she asked, 
“Huh?” 
Watching Lisa’s reaction, Jennie quickly clarified, 
“I could take you sightseeing or something. You know, show you around, The real architecture.”
Lisa’s face lit up. 
“I’d love to!” 
She said enthusiastically, her excitement infectious.
She said with a childlike excitement that made Jennie smile involuntarily.
Jennie chuckled, feeling her earlier nerves melt away. 
“Do you want to eat something now? It’s my treat,” 
She offered, her tone casual.
But Lisa shook her head, her expression serious. 
“No, Miss Kim. You’ve taken care of me so well. Let me treat you this time.”
Jennie’s ears turned red at the firm yet gentle tone Lisa used. She cleared her throat, trying to regain composure. 
Jennie 2 Lisa 1.
“How about street food, Lalisa?” 
She asked with a small grin.
Lisa hesitated, her brows furrowed. 
“I have pocket money with me, so you don’t have to eat street food just for me.”
Jennie laughed softly, amused by Lisa’s concern. 
“I want to,” 
She replied warmly.
Lisa tilted her head, skeptical. 
“But what if it doesn’t suit your health?”
Jennie’s chuckle deepened. 
“I eat street food from time to time. You don’t have to worry about me.”