Tiffany breathed in and out slowly sitting back in her seat.
*12:10. God Kwon. You’re punctual.* she thought, sarcastically.
At that moment, Lucy buzzed. “Dr. Kwon is here to see you.”
Tiffany almost fell out of her chair. He’s here, already? she though panicked. “I’ll be right out.”
Tiffany grabbed her the bag that contained her dress and slung it over her shoulder, as she held it by the hanger hook. She then grabbed her brief case and walked out. Here we go again.
“Hwang.”
“Kwon.”
They stopped in front of each other. Standing in front of her secretary, the both cringed at each other as they both leaned in stiffly. He kissed her mechanically on the cheek, and she pecked him. The quickly stood back up straight, and Yul said odd, clearing his throat, “Ready to go?”
“Yeah. Lucy, take the rest of the day off, we are closing early this wonderful Friday. I have a social thing to get to, and I’ve already informed Taeyeon of it. He’s going to call me using your cell phone, Kwon, seeing that I don’t have one.”
“Get a cell phone”
"I’m working on it.”
“Sure,” he rolled his eyes.
“Look, let’s just get this over with, Kwon.” With that, she led the way to the elevators.
However, as she realized there would be a shell of press outside the building, as there had been when she came in earlier, she waited for Yul. As they got on the elevator, she quickly snatched his hand, and held it. His hand was VERY warm.
Yul nearly jumped back. “What do you do? Soak your body in ice?”
“No, it just comes naturally,” she smiled.
She was beautiful when she smiled. Very beautiful, Yul noted. He gripped her hand, as he felt the fingers grow warmer by the second. Tiffany held her breath. It was odd, the way they touched.
At ground floor, the elevator doors opened.
The press saw a beautiful couple walk to the door. Right before exiting the building, Yul helped Tiffany into her coat, and wound her scarf about her neck, and straightened her beret. Tiffany reached to straighten a lock of hair, and he kissed her forehead automatically, though it appeared very loving to the press. He opened the door for her, and guided her out, keeping his palm at a protective position at the base of her back, at her waist.
“Yes…” she said to a reporter nearby, as they continued to the Limo which waited for them.
Tiffany walked out of her hotel room, which was across the hall from Yul’s. He wasn’t out, so she knocked on the door, but found that it was open.
She pushed open the door wider. “Kwon?”
“Here, come in.”
Tiffany stepped in, with her dress coat on, finding Kwon adjusting his bow tie to no avail.
“Ha! Come on, I can tie it right,” Tiffany said, coming up to him, adjusting it herself, like the so many times she had done so for Suho when they were kids.
"There. you owe me now. Let’s go.”
As Yul looked at his reflection in the mirror, of the two people who stood next to each other, he concluded that she could tie a bow tie right. She was already wearing a thick formal winter coat, so he couldn’t see what she wore for tonight. He only hoped she had as much taste as she had skill in tying bow ties. But if Hwang had on something that was half as stylish as she had on all those previous evenings, his eyes would be glued on her the whole evening, and that did not seem so displeasing in HIS mind.
