Ryang Empire 1846
"Umma, can't I just skip this event and focus on honing my martial skills with Haneul?" I complained as the court ladies meticulously dressed me in my Myeonbok.
"Because tonight, your father and I want you to meet some very importa...
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Nvy's POV…
I was pleasantly surprised when I didn't see Woo-jin show up at the café a few minutes after I unlocked the front door. He's been the first customer I saw ever since he walked through the doors last week.
“Good morning.” Becca greets me in a not-so-cheerful mood as she approaches the counter.
“What's wrong?” I asked, walking over to where she sat on a stool at the counter.
“Nothing, just tired.” She sighed, then began to look around the café. “Mr. Kung hasn't arrived yet?” She asked, looking up at the clock hanging above the front door, then over at the table he usually sits at.
“No, and please don't talk him up,” I replied, tapping on the polished, mahogany, wooden countertop lightly for good luck.
“Why don't you like Woo-Jin ?” She asked, staring at the front door. I guess she was expecting him to walk through it at any minute.
“What makes you think that I don't like him, Becca?”
“Because of the way you dodge him every time he comes here. You act like he is going to give you a contagious disease just from being in his presence.”
“He just might. Did you forget that we're currently dealing with a deadly COVID-19 epidemic, and it's spreading like wildfire?” I chuckled.
“Nvy?” Becca scoffed. “I'm being serious.”
“It's not that I don't like Mr. Kung, it's just that I don't have time to sit down and chit-chat with a weird, handsome stranger all day, every day. I have a business to run,” I replied, peeking into the oven at the fresh batch of chocolate chip donuts I made this morning.
“It's okay to admit that you don't like Woo-Jin, you don't have to hide behind the disguise, you're too busy to even speak to the man.” Tiffany chimed in to say as she made her way over to a customer sitting at the end of the counter.
“I see that I'm not the only one who has noticed that you hate Woo-Jin. My question is why.” Becca asked, raising her right eye at me while at the same time poking her pointer finger into the deep-set dimple on her left cheek.
“Hate is too strong of a word to use on a person that I don't know anything about except for his first and last name…” I was saying when the front doorbell chimed. I was grateful for the distraction because I was getting tired of Becca nagging me about a man who was giving me weird vibes whenever I was in his presence.
