𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬 ☽☔︎︎

Somebody's watching me

Jongwoo took a moment to admire his reflection in the mirror. The clean lines of his outfit felt right for the day ahead. Autumn sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. He could hear the soft rustle of leaves outside, a gentle reminder of the season's charm.

With a quick brush of his hair, he grabbed his bag. Today was important. He had a presentation that could change his routine at work.

Jongwoo stepped into the crisp morning air, the autumn chill wrapping around him like a light blanket. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of golden leaves swirling down from the trees. It was one of those mornings where everything felt just right. The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a soft glow over the neighborhood. Birds chirped, adding a cheerful melody to the scene as he walked toward the bus stop.

His shoes clicked against the pavement, each step echoing his eagerness for the day ahead. Today, he had a big meeting that could change the course of his project. He felt a mix of excitement and nerves. What if it went well? What if they loved his ideas? Jongwoo had been working hard, pouring his thoughts into every detail. He could picture himself standing in front of his team, sharing his vision, and maybe, just maybe, impressing his boss.

As he waited for the bus, he glanced at his phone. A message from his friend appeared. "Hey! Want to grab lunch later? I hear that the new café down the street has the best sandwiches co workers have been talking about it all day yesterday. You should come with me to check it out, Lunch is on me" Jongwoo smiled, feeling the weight of the day lighten. A lunch with friends was just what he needed after a long week. He quickly replied, "Absolutely"

The bus arrived with a gentle sigh, and as he boarded, Jongwoo felt ready. Ready for the meeting, ready for the lunch, ready for whatever else the day would throw at him. He found a window seat and watched the city wake up. Cars rushed by, people hurried along sidewalks, and life buzzed around him. Today was just another day, but it had the potential to be special. He could feel it in his bones.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Jungwoo stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut with a soft thud. The elevator was small, just like the ones in old movies, where you always felt a little too close to strangers. He stood in the corner, his reflection staring back at him from the polished metal. The faint hum of the machinery filled the air, a steady rhythm that matched his heartbeat. He glanced at the buttons-each one a promise of different floors, different stories.

The elevator jolted slightly as it started its climb. Jongwoo felt a familiar flutter of nerves. The office was just a few floors up, but each day felt like a fresh start. He thought about the day ahead: meetings, emails, and maybe a surprise visit from the boss. He chuckled at the thought. The boss always had a knack for popping in when least expected. Today could be the day.

As the elevator dinged, announcing his arrival, he stepped out into the office. The space was vibrant. The walls were painted in cheerful colors, and the buzz of chatter filled the air. It felt alive. People were gathered around desks, some sipping coffee, others sharing stories. A small potted plant sat on his desk, a reminder that life could thrive in unexpected places. He reached out to touch the leaves. Green, healthy, and full of promise.

He made his way to the communal kitchen. The aroma of fresh pastries wafted through the air, pulling him in like a magnet. A group of coworkers stood around the table, eyes wide and smiles bright. They were sharing a box of donuts, the kind that looked too good to resist. Jongwoo felt a warmth in his chest. This was what he loved about his workplace: the camaraderie, the laughter, and the little moments of joy that broke up the routine.