The Final Mission

I flopped down on the bamboo bed to go to sleep.

“Aw, what a shame…. Can’t we stay for about another week? I think that’d be perfect.”

At that, Yerin, who was lying beside me, looked horrified.

“Rils. Even if you like deserted islands, isn’t that taking it a little too far?”

“What is?”

“You want to give up air conditioning, computers, smartphones, TV, fried chicken, samgyeopsal, pizza, and hamburgers to stay on a deserted island?”

“You’re like a dopamine monkey, Ms. Yerin.”

“Honestly… you’re the weird one. I’m normal, okay?”

Was that so?

This deserted-island content had felt more like healing than hardship...