FM 104.7— JLA Station
Cold breeze was the first thing that welcomed Tiffany as soon as she had stepped into the station building with a cup of large-sized coffee in her hand, a part of it stained with a faint amount of lipstick because she had quite forgotten to wipe her lips as she usually does before taking a sip out of anything. Tiffany felt a shudder pass through her as she remembered how the taste of her lipstick met her taste buds, it was something she hated despite her frequent use of the said cosmetic.
"Ah, Steph. You're quite early today," a man who was probably in his early forties had greeted her with a smile as she entered the recording room, his headphones dangling by his neck and its speakers resting on the front of his shoulders. Steph. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she repeated the name in her mind. It was a name she had certainly missed being called with and now, she had the privilege of getting called with one of her former nicknames all because of her radio career.
"You know that's not something new, right 선배님?" She had responded with a small yet respectful smile as she set her coffee on the table where her colleague's own cup of coffee was put.
The man let out a hearty chuckle, complete with the gesture of having his hand resting on his stomach as the corners of his eyes crinkled. "Right, right. I forget how punctual you are sometimes." He had always laughed at the smallest things which were not really that funny, at least to Tiffany. It was not long until the man had to go since it was Tiffany's turn in hosting her channel so he had bid her his farewell a few minutes too early so she could prepare for her set. It was common courtesy in the building and that courtesy had been one of the many reasons why she had decided to pursue the career and not make it something short-lived.
Soon, it was only the constant buzz of the air conditioner, the aroma of her capuccino, and the flicker of light from the buttons that accompanied Tiffany as she settled herself comfortably on her seat with the speakers of her headphones placed securely against her ears. With a small stretch, Tiffany reached out to adjust the mic as the scriptwriter started counting down.
"3... 2... 1... We're on!"