The bar called Wendy and told her she can already come back together with Irene. But if the same thing happens again, then she'll need to choose between the bar and the coffee shop. Wendy didn't tell Irene about the deal because she's confident it'll never happen again.   "I'll fetch her again so we could go to work together." Irene told herself.   She arrived 25minutes earlier so she needed to wait for Wendy. While waiting, she hid somewhere and watched over somewhere like a stalker.   A customer calls Wendy. It looks like she's very pleased with thr coffee Wendy made.   "That's my girl!" Irene smiles.   Suddenly, the customer held Wendy's hand and caressed it.   "Why is she doing that? And Wendy, why aren't you reacting? Are you that used to it that you no longer do or say anything about it?" Irene's eyes have gone teary.   She leaves her hiding spot and walked going to the bar alone. While walking, she saw a couple fighting.   "You think I won't know it?! I saw everything!" Irene suddenly imagined herself shouting that way to Wendy.   She shakes her head.   "No, no. You're not even sure yet. That woman looks like she's in her 40's. But what if it's because my wife likes older girls?!" Irene starts biting her nails.   Irene imagined Wendy telling the woman "Irene? I don't like her. I will kick her out for you. I hate immature young girls."   "Ugh!!" Irene suddenly shouted and covered her face on the street.   She reached the bar, sat and stared out of nowhere.   After just a while, Wendy came with a kiss mark on her cheek.   "You're quite early," said Wendy.   "Let's do well later!" Wendy smiled.   Irene nods.   "Now that I think about it..the song we're going to sing later is about two people breaking up. Did she choose that song because she wants to break up with me?" Irene hits her head.   "Hey, what are you doing?" Wendy asked.   Irene shakes her head.   "Nothing. I'm okay. Let's go." Irene stood up.   "Earlier, a customer offered me another job. She said she will pay me double as a barista in her newly opened coffee shop," said Wendy.   Irene looks at her.   "By any chance, did you get that offer from a woman in her 40's?" Irene asked.   "Oh? How did you know? Were you stalking me?" Wendy chuckles.   "I'm not. I just thought women in their 40's choo