"Joo-Eun!" Eunhye called my name again, waving at me while eliciting quite a bunch of stares and ogling from the guys in the food court.

I slightly cringed from the brightness of her smile as she came closer when she finally made it to our table and took a seat beside Alex. She plucked the piece of sushi Alex was going to bite into and popped it into her mouth instead.

"Ah, Joo-Eun, what a day." she said with a sigh and a small pout on her lips, dropping all of her bags onto the floor and lifting up a super long and toned leg on her seat and rubbed her calf.

Alex just grumbled to himself as he put a protective arm around his array of food while Max spared her a smile in greeting before returning to his magazine.

"Hey shopping freak. Bought out the whole mall yet?" I asked, slapping Alex's hand away from a lingerie bag.

She set her foot back down and winked at me, while taking a fry off of my own plate.

"Pretty close, sis."

I shot her a strange look. Why are girls always so obsessed with the latest fashion? When you think about it, all that primping and torture to fit into those size negative whatever pants and feet crippling high heels is all for the entertainment of men. 

You rarely do it for yourself. You dress to impress the opposite sex. 

What are we? Animals? 

Actually, even animals are better than us. I read in bio class that lions fight each other to impress the lioness. At least in the animal kingdom, they show off their strength and skills or whatever. But in human world, all we get is clothes and makeup and all that giggling and whatnot just to catch the attention of a guy. 

What's with that? As if you couldn't get their attention some other, less shallow way.

Sometimes, I'm ashamed for my own gender I tell you.

Eunhye inspected the features on my face. 

Ugh. Here we go again with the 'you can look just as good as me if you tried' talk. 

"You know, Joo-Eun, you'd look really pretty if you let me put on make-up for you." she spoke up.

See what I mean? The need to look good based on society's standards never ceases with her and everyone else.

Don't get me wrong. I'm all for that feminism stuff but it’s not like I have to overly dress up to prove it. I wear dresses every now and then to special occasions like fancy parties and church and junk, but I mostly stick to my comfortable jeans and shirts as opposed to those wedgie looking skinny jeans and hooker tank tops.

My priority is comfort over stimulation of male testosterone, thank you very much.

I watched her eye my eyebrows. Yes, I let them run wild while my sister’s is perfectly arched and everything. 

"And if you plucked a little and maybe cut your hair closer to my style, less people would mistake you for my brother instead of the pretty twin sister that you are." She kindly announced.

Alex nearly choked on his bubble tea in laughter while Max tried to hide his smile behind his magazine.

I just shot her a look. "Umm, no. I don't care if people confuse me for a dude every now and then,"

"Especially with that husky voice of hers." Alex piped up.

"Not to mention her abnormally strong punches." Max also added.

I gave Max one of my supposedly ‘abnormally strong' punches and kicked Alex under the table before glaring back at my sister. 

"There's no way in hell that I'm going to let myself be your personal barbie doll." I flatly refused.

Eunhye shrugged. "Alright. Just a suggestion. No need to blow up at me."

I just shot her a look and crossed my arms.

Suddenly she took one look at my arm and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Joo-Eun. What do you have on your arm?" she curiously asked.

I immediately hid my arm underneath the table. "Nothing." I quickly replied, trying to look innocent.

There was no way I was going to let her know about getting my first phone number from a guy. That would just be too embarrassing. Eunhye's never had any problems getting guy's numbers, good looking gal that she is.

"Joo-Eun finally got a guy's number." Alex cheekily filled her in.

Gah, what a friend!

I kicked him under the table again before grudgingly nodding at my sister to confirm it.

Eunhye looked at me with interest. "Oh my gosh, Joo-Eun. Who's the lucky guy?" she excitedly asked.

I felt my face grow hot from remembering Jin and his sexylicious-ness.

"Uhh, I don't think you've met him before."

Eunhye's eyes sparkled as she made a grab for my arm. "Can I see?"

I grabbed my arm back. "No."

She pouted at me. "Oh, come on, Joo-Eun. I'm just curious as to what his writing looks like. You can tell a lot from a guy's writing, you know." She grabbed my arm again.

"Eunhye, quit it! You're just like dad. I don't care about psycho-analyzing his writing. I can already pretty much guess what he's like!" I insisted.

"Oh come on, Joo-Eun. Just let me have a quick peek."

Alex watched with interest at our little tug-of-war while Max began to lower in his seat from the possible eruption of sibling rivalry.

"No!"

"Joo-Eun, don't be so petty and let me see your arm."

"No!"

"Joo-Eun, you're so stubborn!  I just want to take a quick peek!"

A crapload of alarm bells began to ring in my head as I saw her fingers get too close to the writing on my arm. 

"Eunhye no! Eunhye, you'll smudge the wri-"

Too late.

I looked down at the writing, now made completely illegible. Too bad I didn't bother to punch in his number and save it in my phone.

My eyes practically popped out and I could feel an oncoming heart attack. 

No, she did not just do that!