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-Your POV-

"Iam sorry... But this is my cup of coffee," I told the tall guy who stood in front of me. His features looked familiar, but I didn't know where I saw them. Maybe he looked like a known idol. If I had the time I would have probably try to flirt with him. However, my boss would probably kill me when I would get to my workplace, so I couldn't be more late than I already was. Mr. Handsome raised a brow at me and I crossed my arms. I don't have time for face expressions language. "What?" I asked him. "Well, how could it be your cup of coffee if I ordered an iced americano before you?" "Oh- !" I sighed. I can't believe that!  "Can I take it? Please! I'm in hurry for work," I gave up on every ounce of self respect that I had. I needed that iced americano, and I don't care who it belongs to! His gaze was examining me from head to toe. "I will let you have it," he said slowly, "only if you'll give me your phone number." I looked at him for a second. Now what do I prefer, to give my number to a total stranger who can be a serial killer or to be in this coffee shop more time than I should and then die from the hands of my boss? I think I prefer the first option. At least that way I will be killed by a good looking man instead of my scary boss. I gave the handsome lad my business card before I thanked him and left with the cup of my holy iced americano. And right as I walked out of the coffee shop I heard the barista says: "one iced americano." I guess that was my order.

 As I got to my workplace, Kyungsoo and Jisoo welcomed me with scared smiles and pointed at my boss' office. "She is losing it," they told me, "get in there before she kills you." Oh, I am so dead! I took my finished report from my desk and I took one last sip from my iced americano before I gave it to Jisso. "Wish me luck," I to