Changes

Samil stood in the kitchen on the floor full of smashed dishes and stared at me blankly. The water was dripping off me, making me look like a Miss Wet Shirt contestant. His silence made me laugh hysterically, wondering what would be the best thing to say in this situation.

“So… basically, this is how you block my magic… Any questions?” I put on my face the most awkward smile ever.

“Ha…” he made a strange grimace.

“Ha…? That's your whole reaction?” I gazed at him, irked.

He walked closer to me and touched a strand of my wet hair. Then he looked carefully around the floor, as if he was counting the broken dishes.

“Is… my dishwasher… broken?” he asked in an odd, nervous way.

“I don't think so… although I didn't try to turn it on,” I admitted hesitantly, “I… was just testing my new abilities… It would be all fine, if y