Hirai Momo, a 28-year-old telemarketer living her uneventful days inside her earthquake-proof cubicle phones her 22nd prospect of the day - a half-drunk woman who told her she likes her voice. - Or Momo simps hard for Nayeon. (Artwork by me)

A customer was the last thing Nayeon expected in the "early" hours of a Monday morning. Not in her flower shop at least. Not a gorgeous-looking lady straight out from a fashion magazine. And definitely not someone who wanted to watch her work in the back room. She's a customer. A regular who buys flowers and nothing more. They meet once a month for Christ's sake.