Present.
[Mira's Perspective]
I swear, if I had one wish right now, it would be to see Mr. Jeon trip over his own shoelaces, roll dramatically down a flight of stairs, and then get up looking completely fine but embarrassed.
Because no way in hell did that man summon me to his cabin just to ask if I'd had breakfast. BREAKFAST?! This isn't a hospital checkup, sir, it's a workplace.
Like— fuck him.
Anyway. I was at the coffee machine, performing my sacred morning ritual. A hot cup of caffeine therapy, the only thing keeping me from resigning on the spot.
I brought the cup to my lips, ready to sip away my sorrows and curse Mr. Jeon in peace when— BAM.
Someone popped up in front of me like a cursed Pokémon jump scare.
My soul left my body for half a second before snapping back in.
"WHAT THE—" I nearly spilled scalding coffee on myself.
Turns out, it was just Jin-ho.
I gasped, clutching my chest like a Victorian woman who'd just seen a ghost, before glaring at him.
