I scolded the sloppy young man for being a creepy stalker.
I called him a pervert stalker.
And I said I detested scumbags like him the most.
"Get lost! Don't be an eyesore."
Harris stood still, and for the first time, I saw a trace of helplessness on his arrogant and handsome face.
He apologized to me.
He ran away for a short distance, but then suddenly turned around and came back, looking fierce and menacing.
I thought he was going to attack me, and I trembled in fear. But instead, he opened his palm towards me.
Inside, there was a strawberry-shaped hairpin.
"Last week. It dropped on the ground, it's yours."
Before I could say thank you, Harris quickly ran away with a black face.
The next day, the boy shaved off his bangs that covered his eyes and started wearing his school uniform properly.
From that day on, we started going to school together.
Later, he confessed his feelings to me.
And then, in order to let me finish my studies at the University of Political Science and Law smoothly, Harris tirelessly did the dirtiest and most exhausting physical labor on construction sites day after day.