It’s another one fine day for Hoon. He does everything like usual: wakes up in the morning, exercises, takes care of and feeds Jasmine, goes to the workplace, serves coffee, shares some little chats with the customers, help anything he can help there, most likely a fine day without any hiss. Well, at least until now.
He was having his lunch in the locker room when one of his workmate calls him.
“Hoon. There’s a girl looking for you downstairs.”
“Huh? A girl?” Hoon frowned.
“Yeah… She sounds like a foreigner. She orders something but she refuses if the order is delivered by other than you.” He shrugged.
A foreigner? And she wants to meet me? Hoon couldn’t remember if he has any foreigner as a friend, especially who knows that he’s working here in Hongdae. Is she Dad’s people?
“You’d better hurry, Hoon.” His mate chuckled. “Before anyone thinks that she’s Nicki Minaj.”
“What??” Hoon laughed. This is a mistake. She must have been mistaken, thought Hoon. He ever went abroad for the piano competitions back then, but he is sure that he never meets Nicki Minaj. Not even for once.
Hoon cleaned up his lunch and washed his hands. The thought of a Nicki Minaj waiting for him downstairs never meets other word in his mind, besides ‘why’.
He reached the shop counter where his mate gives him a sign of the seat he has to approach. He nodded slightly, and carefully walked to the directed seat, where he saw a female sat with a pair of big shades framing her eyes, an NY snapback on her head and a medium suitcase stands still beside her.
“Good afternoon, ma’am.” Hoon bowed formally. His voice is as calm as his facial expression, hiding the fact that he is curious as hell about this one customer in front him now.
“ I’m Choi Jonghoon. I heard you were looking for me, how may I help you?”
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