(Still Irene’s POV)

As usual, I went to work and expected to see Taeyeon and Bogum at my workplace… It's been a daily thing and I usually say the exact same thing everytime Bogum asks me to get back with him. 

But this time, it was different… Taeyeon was not around, and more surprisingly, Bogum was not around either. It was surprising to be brutally honest, not like I wanted to see Bogum and listen to his irritating poems about his love to me. But Taeyeon… She's the one I care about. And it was slightly weird how I didn't get to hear her sweet “good morning” today. It qq like music to my ears. 

Just as I wanted to open the shop, my phone started ringing and vibrating. I really have to turn off the vibration mode. Ugh it's… Uncomfortable… Think pure thoughts Irene, pure pure pure. 

I picked up the phone. Some part of me hoped it was Taeyeon explaining that she didn't come today was she was busy. I did indeed hear about her… But not in a good way.

“Hah. It's about time you opened your shop right? Can I place an order? Green tea macchiato, 70% sugar and no pearls. Just the way she likes it. Just the way Kim Taeyeon likes it am I right, Miss Irene.” 

I froze on the spot. My legs went numb and I held onto the metal doors just in case it decided to give way and make me fall onto the ground like a useless loser. I gathered my courage and every ounce of energy I had just to say these few words, “W-who ar