Right now I'm casually walking into SeQuin without sunglasses or a coat to cover me because... 

No one notices me. I sometimes get compliments of "Hey, you're pretty. How cute. Beautiful smile." 

But in the end, no one ever calls my name because they don't know my name. I've never been invited for an interview except three times. 

But

They don't count. The first one was entirely about Taemin, the next, Changmin, the last one, both. And of course, I would gladly go to another one only if--

"No! The coffee... The coffee I waited three hours for ha--has given it's life to this blue one-hundred percent cotton shirt..!" I threw out the wet floor sign, bowed, and tried to look cool. 

"Hey. Do you have any idea who's shirt this is?" "I can tell you that I did you a favor. That cotton shirt does not even fit with those multi-colored shorts..." I did know who it was. 

I knew his foot-size, his infauation with rabbits on his keys, and his habbit to bring one foot back when he's talking. 

"Yes, Taemin. I know it's your shirt."

Let me rephrase what I had said earlier. They didn't take notice of me during photoshoots, but all the rest after, they treated me like I was a boy because of my tom-boyish personality. 

He chuckled as he took off his shirt and slipped on a new one. "How funny. Are you modeling with me today?" I pressed the elevator button. 

"I heard from my manager we're taking couple shots. I found out at the desk a moment ago I'm being paired up with Changmin today. Plus, I know how much you love working with Seohyun..." 

The doors opened. 

He entered with me. 

"Listen Sulli. I asked out Seohyun last night, and she said yes... Do you think it's bad for co-workers to go out?" 

I smiled at him. "Not at all. I hope you guys don't get caught." I slipped on my other earbud even though he was still speaking. 

I saw his genuine smile for the second time. 

I really didn't want to ruin that.