Me and Mr. Jeon stood there.
Frozen.
Like two suspicious mannequins caught robbing a Victoria's Secret store.
Yuna stood at the door, eyes and mouth wide open like she'd just walked in on a live episode of 'Keeping Up with the Chaebols.'
"I—" she began.
Oh no. Abort mission. Shut it, girl. Zip. Lock. Throw away the key.
"Mamacita, who is this?" she purred, tone flipping from shocked to flirty faster than my brain could scream "CODE RED: FLIRT ALERT."
She full-on checked him out. Top to Calvin Klein waistband.
I let out a silent scream and shut my eyes like I could block this entire reality out.
Mr. Jeon turned his head slowly toward me with a look that screamed:
"Who. The. Hell. Is. This."
God, he's gonna think I didn't raise her right.
He doesn't know she basically raised me.
Because she's older.
Just… vertically challenged.
I turned to Yuna and shot her a look that screamed "delete yourself."
But she just smiled at him and went—
