Seulgi’s sure she’s never felt more ashamed in her life. Perhaps that one time when Krystal accidently spilled red paint on Seulgi’s pants in middle school, but that’s about it. She felt a bruise forming on her thigh already. This goddamn wet floor!

The stranger’s skin felt oddly comforting to Seulgi. A mix of dainty floral whiffed past Seulgi’s nostrils. She felt like she was stuck in a garden. The Garden of Eden, perhaps. The smells and thoughts dissipated the moment she felt something cold and wet sit into her pants, right at the calf region.

A cough. Wendy’s frantic calls. Joy’s cackling laughter. All of that registered in her brain in a split second. She looked up between the strands her sprawled out hair and saw a blushing woman looking straight back at her. In fact, this lady looked quite familiar.

Honey-colored hair sprawled haphazardly over the linoleum floors. The “Caution! Wet floor!” sign lay unceremoniously a couple feet from where Seulgi’s right hand had landed. She could feel a dense piece of knitted fabric sitting atop her head—a scarf perhaps? She saw Wendy getting closer and closer to the site of the accident, her face tainted with worry. With her superhuman Canadian strength, Wendy was able to pull Seulgi from the top of the poor girl laying on the ground. She looked… annoyed. With Wendy’s help, the familiar girl was too pulled up into a standing position.

“Seulgi! How many times do I have to tell you to not run in my café?” Wendy’s hands were gesturing wildly to the walls of her store. Although Wendy was mad, Seulgi found it oddly endearing. Like a squirrel, perhaps?

Seulgi could still hear the grating laughs of Joy ringing through the store. Once in a while, Joy would stop to catch her breath; soon, however, she would resume her obnoxious laughing. With a roll of her eyes, the mono lidded girl diverted her attention towards her victim. The girl—no, woman—was sporting a beige-colored coat. If Seulgi had to say so herself, the coat seemed a little too big for the woman’s petite body. The maroon-colored scarf, which Seulgi had handed to Wendy who handed it to the girl, was gripped lightly in the girl’s hand. Water stains from the wet floor were evident on her