When I first saw her, I knew it was love. The way my heart pummelled, my cheeks flushed, and my eyes felt like they were going to cry. She was the one.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Hyejin asks me. 

I sit in the hair salon’s chair, slightly anxious. This would be the first time I had gotten my hair cut in years.

“I want to look sophisticated. This is the first job I’ve had since I’ve graduated from university. I need to make a good first impression.”

“It’s your funeral.”

“Yah~” I whine, slapping Hyejin’s arm.

Hyejin always teases me. However, this time I would allow it because she is the reason why I even got my job in the first place. Without her,