Choi Seyoung

I hummed over my iced Americano cup. I put my chin on top of my right hand on the table of the coffee shop, right on the other side of my office building. I felt like being released from a prison. After working on my desk entire day, now I could feel the fresh air. Ugh, my headache was still here though. I watched the cars and buses back and forth on the road in front of this coffee shop.

What a busy road, just like my life…

I mumbled words that I didn’t even understand. Suddenly I remembered that I was still wearing the slipper. This slipper must be that man’s slipper –the man who had saved my life. But, I didn’t even remember his address and his face. Wait; his face… I tried to remember something up, but it failed. I sighed as feeling the frustration toward my own self.

 I shook my head and combed my hair with my fingers harshly. I couldn’t go any other place today since I needed to wait for Miss Yang finish reading my webtoon, and I had to still touch up that chapter. Huff. I hadn’t even had showered yet. I hadn’t even changed my outfit since yesterday. Yet, people looked at me as if I was an alien today. I could understand that since I just damn looked like one of those hobos. Hell. All up to my sister and her lovely boy*brat*friend. Tsk. And wine. Fine.

“Ugh, smell…,” I looked up to find Park Babo standing on the side of my table. “You do smell bad, Seyoung.” He said while sitting across my seat. “Won’t you take a shower?” He hissed while sipping his iced cappuccino. “By the way, what’s with your instagram?” He asked, taking out his cellphone from his pocket.

“What’s with my instagram?” I asked. “Ahh… where is my phone…,” I reached my pocket. “Ah… here it is…,” I took it out and checked it. The battery was getting low. I could see notification from instagram. “I didn’t upload anythi