Requested by Mister kim

Chapter 7

Hwang Tiffany had always been a quite good learner.

She wasn’t born with the most brilliant intelligence, no. However hardworking was her nature from the very beginning.

Young Tiffany had realized that she had had to do something to return the favor to her Uncle and Aunt by helping their business. Since Science, Math, or anything involving complicated calculations had never been her cup of tea, she had decided to study English Literature instead.

By learning it,  she had hoped to be able to communicate with foreign people—with the world, thus could expand her Uncle and Aunt’s business in her own way. Moreover, Tiffany had always been passionate about poetry and novels--that explained why she was such a hopeless romantic--which made English Literature as a perfect choice to either plan her future and do her passions.

With the scholarship she had earned, Tiffany studied hard, and she loved what she did.

But that didn’t make her an anti-social geek who was despised by the people around her. Instead, she made a lot of friends and was favored by her lecturers for her enthusiastic, polite, and bubbly attitude. Moreover with her breathtaking eyesmiles and features, getting one or two guys hitting on her in daily basis, was as easy as turning a page of a book.

In short, Hwang Tiffany had been living a happy simple life; being surrounded by people who loved her, dating, socializing, and studying hard had always been her daily routines.

These things had kept her busy to the point she’d felt 24 hours hadn’t been sufficient—days went so quick.

Definitely contrary to that moment.

Every second passing was like minutes, and minutes were like hours; it was like a torture. She had never thought time could be so slow and it was slowly getting to her nerves.

Six thirty was so close to seven, yet it felt ridiculously far. How come it had to go pass through 30 minutes—1800 freaking seconds?

Freaking one thousand and eight hundred seconds.

Tiffany was both excited yet anxious.

She couldn’t wait to see again the gorgeous, smart lady who had occupied her mind all day long, yet anxiety was building inside her.

Had she really fallen for the latter?

If she hadn’t, why was she feeling butterflies in her stomach and her heart was so excited, so delightful it was gonna explode that it suffocated her?

But if she had, what was she going to do since she had known that they would not be together in the end?

Thankfully, the front door was knocked before her mind blown.

Tiffany stood up after making sure her red dress and make-up look perfect.

Perhaps due to the eagerness, she could walk fast to the door despite of the killer heels she was wearing.

Her face immediately lit up at the sight of her expected visitor. A stunning expected visitor, if she might add.

Kim Taeyeon.

Already dressed in her elegant yet quite exposing black dress, letting her dark hair loose as her milky white skin showing its glory. Her eyes bright, accompanied with an even brighter toothy smile.

“Ready to go, Tiffany?”

Oh boy, how charming she was.

“So how’s your day?” Taeyeon asked, wiping her mouth with the napkin after finishing the dessert pudding.