Nayeon pressed closer to the sink, checking the bags under her eyes in the mirror. She had been losing sleep, insomnia playing the punishment of a grave sin she had committed in her past life. A sin she didn’t know of, or maybe she knew. The chit-chats of her co-workers whenever she passed by, calling her the Narcissus of the postmodern world, had been keeping her awake, wondering of she really was that much of an egocentric .

She fetched her make-up pouch from her bag, looking for the foundation in an attempt to cover up the black halos. Who knows, they might as well start thinking she was an addict.

It was in the way she smiled, or maybe the way she carried herself, what they called narcissism. Either way, she couldn’t put a finger on it. They’ve never tried to hide their dislike, never returned her smiles, or her greetings.

Myoui Mina was recruited around the time she started seriously considering quitting, and was the reason why she started changing her mind. It began with stolen glances and shy smiles, slowly pulling her into a trap she didn’t know was set for her, and only her. All of a sudden, she was excited to go to work, to have lunch at the cafeteria, all in hopes that she could see Mina.

Mina treated her like a set of glass menagerie, beautiful, exotic, fragile. She would stand a bit too close when she needed to ask her about anything, often pressing the tips of her fingers against her hips gent