He was heading out to the hospital when he saw her. Petite and slim with a tumble of black-coloured hair, she was gazing in the living room with his mother and was frowning. She was wearing a floral dress that was far more summery than the weather and her hands were busy doing up the buttons of her cotton cardigan in an attempt to keep her position still. She looked nervous.    "My son likes fresh linen every week. Well ironed, of course." He heard his mom said.   She had a rosy face and intensely bright eyes which he wished would swivel round in his direction. Sehun knew her. Her face reminded him of someone familiar. It would take a small miracle for her to notice him.    Jung Ah.   Jeon Jung Ah.   As he was mulling on this, a small miracle occurred. The bright-eyed girl swivelled her eyes in his direction and he was met with a warm look — but being Oh Sehun, all he could manage was turning back from her, walking towards the front door without looking back.   *****   I wear a pair of rubber gloves and start my routine with cleaning dishes. The morning at Ohs' mansion is always this quiet. What more, both Madam and CEO are away, so my work is less for at least three days.    Well, not exactly. I almost jump when I heard the other maid's voice outside the kitchen — 'Good morning, young master. Do you want anything? Coffee.. or mint tea?' — As I continue washing, Sehun turns away and he shoots me an amused glance and I feel my colour rise.    What's that supposed to mean?   "Don't mind me," He says as he opens the fridge and grabs a green apple.    I wait for Sehun to leave, but he leans against the table and looks at me quizzically. "Do you have any idea how to clean a house?"    Now, the old — the real Oh Sehun is back with his lizard tongue.    I'm starting to feel quite insulted here. Do I look like someone who can't clean the house? I look around to see if no one else in this space before I retort.    "Of course I know how to clean a house." I roll my eyes.    "Only I told my mom last night," He gives a sudden smile, as though remembering the conversation, and I gaze at him suspiciously. "What did you told Madam Oh?" Sehun looks up, "I'd said you probably need cleaning advice too — "   "I do not need any cleaning advice!" I retort. "I've cleaned restaurants loads of times. In fact, I need to get started."    "Don't mind me." He shrugs.    I briskly rub the pot with a cloth. "Anyway," I say, hastily putting down the cloth down, "you're in my way." I grab a feather duster from the blue tub and start brushing crumbs off the kitchen table. "Excuse me.. "    "I'll leave you then," says Sehun, his mouth twitching again.    "Good then," I say.   "Bring me my toast in five minutes. Nutella spread," He adds over my shoulder. "And bubble tea. With extra milk."    Bubble tea? Isn't that something you can only get at the stores? How the heck I can prepare that in five minutes?   "But, bubble tea.. it's impossible,"    "Make it possible then." He grins, but I don't realize that as I am busy brushing off the crumbs. I feel like my head is going to burst. And it is only my fifth day at this mansion.    ****   As I walk along the corridor I check my reflection in the hall mirror, I wince. My hair looks horrible from all the housework. I push my hair backwards and forwards a few times, but I can't get my hair neat. Maybe I could walk along with my hand carelessly positioned at my head, as if I'm thinking hard. I attempt a few casual, pensive poses in the mirror.    "Is your head all right?"    I swivel around in shock to see Sehun at the open door, wearing plain blue t-shirt and jeans.    "Er.. fine," I say, my hand still glued to my head. "I was just.. "    Oh, there's no point. I bring my hand down from my hair and Sehun regards the messy bun for a moment.  "It looks nice," He says. "You look like a turtle."   "A turtle?" I say, affronted.    Jungkook used to call me a turtle. 'Noona, you look like a turtle' — I close my eyes, briefly. Reminiscing.    "I don't look like a turtle."    I glance in the mirror for quick reassurance. No. I don't.    "Turtles are beautiful creatures," says Sehun with a shrug. "I'd rather look like a turtle than a toad."    Hang on. Since when was my choice between turtle or toad? I don't even know how we got into this conversation.    "Perhaps I should go to prepare for lunch," I say with dignity. I pick up the dust feather and give one last glance in the mirror as I reach for the door.  Okay. Maybe I look a little bit like a turtle.    Sehun twitches a smile.    He had been told about the new maid by his mother. Sehun smiles as he has thought about the new comer. It has been her, hasn't? The girl with wavy black hair he had known since high school. She hadn't recognized him but how could she have? He hadn't exactly made his presence known that day, had he? But he remembered her. There had been something about her that had captivated him immediately when he first saw her after five years. He'd been surprised at how at ease he'd felt in her company.    Women usually have the effect of tying him up in knots but Jung Ah has loosened him. Na Eun is the same. He adores Na Eun and cares enormously about her but she doesn't give him that fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach that Jung Ah does.   "Jeon Jung Ah," He calls.   I shoot him a glare. "What?"   "It's nice to have you here."    He says, and leaving to the swimming pool with an awkward silence.   ****   I haven't given much thought to Oh Sehun until I find him drowning the next day at the bottom of the swimming pool.    I don't know what happened to him, at first. I wake up at seven and start my day with pool cleaning as instructed by Madam Oh before she departed to Tokyo a few days ago. And I am running my laps at 8.30 a.m., just about the only exercise I can drag myself out