Tiffany held her pen and poked her cheek while brainstorming. She had already worked on most of the song composing. The rhythm was done and satisfying for the songwriter. Now she was squeezing her mind to find the suitable lyrics for the song.
The rhythm was something more to sweet and innocent feelings, which to Tiffany, should resembles to something like first love. First love. Tiffany sighed at the thought. It would be ridiculous to say Tiffany had not experience first love in her 27 years of living and especially growing up in the States.
Her first love was some boy transferred to her high school from Boston. It was just a puppy love though, that Tiffany could hardly understand why she even started the relationship with the guy. And followed by a couple of flings she didn’t even want to remember again. That’s all for Tiffany Hwang’s love life history, nothing serious had she experienced.
She took a look at the short haired guy in front of her, doodling something onto the paper she spared him, and couldn’t help but felt curious about his love life. Did he love someone? Or most importantly, was he seeing someone now?
“Aigoo Tiff… why are you even care… just focus!” She shook her head and stared at her notebook again.
She faked a few coughs to grab Taeyeon’s attention. Taeyeon raised his head up and looked at Tiffany.
“What do you have in mind for the lyrics?”
“The rhythm… I think would be perfect for a theme like first love or something pure and innocent…”
Tiffany nodded. “Woah he had the same thoughts…”
“And I think we should emphasize on what one feels in their first love…” Taeyeon uttered seriously. It was the first time Tiffany saw this side of Taeyeon, the serious and focused working guy, now completely immersed in his job.
“Maybe I did misjudge him…”
“Okay… did you write anything?” Tiffany leaned closer to look at Taeyeon’s paper. Taeyeon unintentionally inhaled the American girl’s sweet vanilla scent which made his head dizzy for awhile. He felt a strong knock on his heart and inched back automatically from it. A strange tingling feeling rolled inside his stomach making him frowned at the new sensation.
“Ughhh did I ate something bad this morning?”
Jessica walked down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. After some good hours of tossing around on her bed, she finally decided that she was hungry.
“Yoona…”
She sat on the kitchen counter and called for her manager, who also acted as her best friend, personal assistant, chef, housemate, and driver.
“YES UNNIE!!”
The blonde heard the loud reply from upstairs and later a series of stumbling sound from the staircase and hasty footsteps before the doe-eyed girl finally appeared before her.
“Yes unnie? You’re hungry? Lunch?”
Jessica nodded.
“I want noodles.”
“Okay… I’ll call for the Chinese food… Jajjangmyeon?”
“No… I want you to cook for me…”
Yoona stared at her for awhile before responding.
“Huh? Are you sure?”
“Yeah… I want homemade fried noodles.”
Jessica laid her head on the table and pouted.
