[CONTENTID1] Check The Pockets [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] 29 [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]

At a restaurant near Seoul, there was Choi Sulli sitting alone while looking at advertisement column at the newspaper. Turns out, the man on the newspaper is sitting not too far from her position now. She knows that guy, so she decided to call him.

“Oh Sehun.” The latter answered his phone, turns out the man that Sulli knows it’s no other than Sehun; the ad she was looking for is Sehun’s advertisement.

“Hi, it's Sulli at the newspaper. I'm looking at your new ad and I love it.”

He laughs at it, “Really? You don't think the muscle T is too much?”

“I think the shirt you're wearing now is probably more you.” Sulli said on the phone and Sehun starts to look for her around.

“What, you here?”

“I'm sitting right in front of you.” Sulli waves her hand to make Sehun looked at her direction. And she’s laughing with her pretty laugh.

Sehun surprised and laugh with her too. “Wow, this is you. Sulli.”

“It's me. I'm me.”

Their eyes met but they’re still talking on the phone

“Should l...?” Sulli ask his permission to move her seat to his.

“Please. Please.”

“Okay. Talk to you in a minute.”

“See you in a second.” Sehun said as he hangs up the phone.

Seconds after, Sulli already seated in front of Sehun.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“How are you?” Sehun asks.

“It's nic