Sunday, 4:30 pm

Sungkyu and Taeyeon were sitting at the bar, trying to relax a little. The boss, Young Min, finally recognized his loss and gave Sungkyu the permission to give the food for the Park’s marriage to the clients.
“Let’s see if I understood.” Sungkyu said while drinking her beer. “You and Jiyong decided to stop shagging, then you shag again. You talked about yourselves and you found out you are made for each other. After that he kissed you while you both were enough crazy to pretend you were walking in a beautiful winter landscape.
“Yes.”
Sungkyu pretended to bring an invisible microphone in front of .
“How do you feel after that, Miss Kim?”
“Confused, perplexed.”
“Maybe you are something more for him.”
Taeyeon grimaced.
“I hate this phrase! He just know me.”
“It’s obvious he likes what he knows about you. Do you like him?”
“I do.”
“Then find our his telephone number.”
“Why? His life is in New York, mine is here. Furthermore, he already told me he doesn’t want a relationship that would interfere with his job.”
“What do you think about that, Daesung?” she called the old and peevish barman.”You think our girl should in out the telephone number of one of those rugby boys?”
“Sun!”
“It depends on which guy…”
“The captain.”
Taeyeon put her hands on the face.
“Oh God, help me.”
“Kwon?” he seemed interested.”He seems a good guy. Nice. Funny. Nice tips.”
“If these aren’t the