“Miss, your Latte Macchiato is ready.” The barista’s voice cut in her thoughts. Yunhee shook her head weakly before grabbing her favourite coffee. A smile lit up her face once the drink danced on her tongue. As she was absorbed in her own coffee world, the barista just eyed her from the corner of the eyes. He did not know what was it but he had this intention of wanting to know her. Since there were not any customers to attend at that particular moment, he spoke.

“So, you come here often?” He asked as he wiped the counter clean although it was spotless even before he did it. Yunhee nodded with a reply. “Yeah. Work stressed me and coffee is the only thing that can calm me. I come only once a week and this barista would always know what to make. What is his name again? Myung...Myung something.”

The male stopped his action before looking up to face her. His eyes were empty instantly. Maybe it he knew who Yunhee was talking about. “Kim Myungsoo. He’s a friend of mine.” He said softly with a slight upset-tone. “A friend? May I ask where he is? Just curious...” She continued and thought of including his name that she saw on his nametag. “Sungjong-ssi?”

“I don’t know. He was admitted in a hospital a week ago because of an accident but there was no news heard after that. We always contact the hospital though since another friend of mine is busy with her assignments and all.” Sungjong spilled out comfortably. He looked away from Yunhee before leaving to take a customer’s order.

‘Who am I to in his life? Oh well, accidents happens.’ Yunhee thought and decided to leave the cafe along with her Latte Macchiato in her right hand. Just as she arrived at the company’s building, her phone vibrated. She always has it in silent mode since she did not want to disturb her co-workers.

“Don’t tell me it’s already 2 p.m.” She whined childishly over the phone. “Sorry to cut in your precious weekly coffee routine but you’re indeed right. It is 2 p.m. already. Now, where are you?” Luhan replied with concern. Yunhee pouted although she knew well her assistant could not see it. Reluctantly, she bobbed her head before replying.

“I’m in the elevator as you speak.” She clicked the ‘down’ button as soon as the elevator closes its door. Yes, going down. KISS was built underground instead of a skyscraper to keep the company a secret. The entrance itself is shadowed by a business company up ahead to blur the publics’ intention. The receptionist that had been working at the building is t