Saturday, 9:00 am

Taeyeon envied Seunghyun for being able to escape from the morning chaos. Countless clients asked Taeyeon to check if the airports were really closed and she could just obey. There were rumors saying that the roof of some building collapsed cause of the weight of the snow and the president was on the verge of declare Chicago as a dangerous area.

“Miss?”
Taeyeon lifted her head from the crossword to look at a group of 10 women that surrounded her desk. The despair in their eyes was too familiar.
“Yes?”
“We have the tickets to see Oprah Monday. You think everything will be solved by then?”
“It’s too soon to say that.”
The woman made a weird face.
“But we must see Oprah. We’ve come from Idaho.”
“A bit of snow won’t stop Oprah!” declared another woman of the group. Her mates nodded with their heads.
Taeyeon smiled with comprehension.
“Come back later in case I have more information and keep checking the weather.” She suggested.
Calmer but still complaining, the women went toward the restaurant of the hotel, The Mayberry.
She returned to her crossword, waiting for the next client who would ask her if they really couldn’t leave the city, because she knew there will be others who’ll come soon.

Saturday, 11:02 am

Two hours later, Taeyeon saw Jiyong entering the hall with his teammates. He seemed rested, not that it was a surprise since he could sleep. She watched him making signs to his friends to go at the Mayberry without him. Then he approached her with a big sly smile on his face.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
He tent on the desk. For a brief moment she thought he would kiss her there, in public.
“Yesterday night was amazing.” He murmured.
Taeyeon cleared , nervous.
“It always is.” She said, trying to make it seems like she was talking about work.
“It seems like we’ll be here for another night.”
“Yes, I know.” She looked at his body from head to toe. “I finish working at three, you know?” she said trying to be courageous.
Jiyong seemed wary.
“Oh.”
“If you don’t want- she said softly, hurt by his answer-it doesn’t matter. I understand.”
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