138 – Recolor

Eun-ha ignored the man. The man's face cracked once more at the attitude of staring blankly without answering, but Eun-ha didn't care. He hadn't been paying attention, but he now noticed a faint smell of alcohol wafting from the man.

He let out a sigh. He figured getting back up to his place was out of the question. This bastard just wanted to play with his dick. It was obvious the man would follow even if he tried to stop him, and if that happened, Eun-ha felt he wouldn't be able to contain his anger. He didn't want a scuffle. He didn't have the energy to fight, and even if he did, he didn't want to waste usable energy needlessly. Eun-ha was someone for whom usable energy was precious.

He turned around, intending to get in his car first. Remembering that he had parked in the alley next to the officetel building, he tried to head back the way he came, but the man, sensing this, blindly grabbed his wrist. As he did, he took a step that was almost imperceptibly unsteady. He was definitely drunk. Not that Eun-ha expected someone who showed up in the middle of the night to cause a scene to be in their right mind.