Hirai Momo, a 28-year-old telemarketer living her uneventful days inside her earthquake-proof cubicle phones her 22nd prospect of the day - a half-drunk woman who told her she likes her voice. - Or Momo simps hard for Nayeon. (Artwork by me)

A customer was the last thing Nayeon expected in the "early" hours of a Monday morning. Not in her flower shop at least. Not a gorgeous-looking lady straight out from a fashion magazine. And definitely not someone who wanted to watch her work in the back room. She's a customer. A regular who buys flowers and nothing more. They meet once a month for Christ's sake.

Over a year after disbanding, Tzuyu is still struggling with the aftermath of their last photoshoot together. Nayeon invites her over to her fashion studio with the hopes of mending loose ends, and perhaps maybe rekindle something that's been long overdue.