Xiaoting, a serious and detached business tycoon, was only going through the motions of life after losing her parents. Every year she would visit Korea to witness the first snow. Everything felt bland and boring to her, until she met Yujin, the ener...
I was now standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows of Namsan Tower in Seoul, South Korea. I was wearing layers of garments to battle the cold, with a cashmere sweater on top, white fur coat and black ponte pants with casual black ankle boots.
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It was almost half past six in the afternoon but the tower was still filled with families, kids, friends and couples. As much as I love the quiet, the noise from around me almost lulled me to sleep.
I'm okay. Everything's okay.
I was alone and I needed this time for myself, to get through another year of trying to survive.
It was a risk to be alone in a crowded place for someone like me, but I have always been on incognito when the year comes around this time. The media would probably go wild if they knew I was not supposedly 'meditating on my private Island somewhere in Finland'.
A sigh left my mask-covered mouth. Despite spending hours here, I never really want to leave this place. It was only my second day here and I'm already dreading the time I have to face work again. I may love the work I do and the money I make, but work is still work. There's no sugarcoating it that it's not always fun and daisies.
I finally turned my back on the amazing view to head back down. As I waited for the elevator to open, I noted that I was probably the only one leaving.
With a view like that, who would want to leave? My responsible but annoying self, that's who.
When the elevator doors finally opened, I stepped in when everyone left the small space and immediately pressed the down button. Just when the doors were about to close, a hand holding some kind of drink reached out. As I was standing in the middle of the elevator and in front of the doors, I was directly hit by the warm coffee that spilled from the stranger's cup. I felt the liquid seeping through the layers of my clothes. I stepped back as the doors opened back up again.
I was angry to say the least. I didn't bother looking at the culprit as I removed my mask that also became a victim of the coffee splashing. I took my handkerchief from my purse and began wiping the front of my sweater. When I saw that my coat was also stained, my frown grew deeper.
"Oh no! I am so, so sorry, Miss. It was an accident, I swear! It was just that I run when I saw that the doors were about to close! I-I think I forgot that I was actually holding my coffee on my right hand but then– Oh no! Are you alright!? I don't think the coffee was too hot anymore but you might be hurt–"
I looked up and glared at the woman. That might have scared her because she immediately stopped talking. The darn woman was speaking Korean and despite studying the language because of my occupation, I still had a hard time understanding them when people are talking too fast.
