’ I am not doing that interview. ’
Shinhye lets out a sigh of frustration, getting up from her chair in the coffee shop she’d decided to have her afternoon snack at and throwing the magazine in her hands down on the table. Furious strides take her around the set of decorative plants on a small wall to reach the table on the other side. She is in no way part of the conversation that has been going on, but she is getting sick and tired of it.
“I mean, can you get off his back, please!?” Her words are instant, a little bit too loud probably, especially considering she has nothing to do with this entire situation. “He already told you like five times that he doesn’t want to do the stupid interview, leave the man alone! And please save us from having to hear him say it another twenty times. No is no! Damn you journalist vultures!” Slamming her hand down on the table, Shinhye miraculously manages to miss all of the plates and drinks on it as her gaze is fixed solidly on the tabloid writer.
She recognises him because she’s had to deal with him before, back in the day when he had tried to pry details about her leaving her family home right after high school. Perhaps she’d subconsciously recognised his voice and that was the reason her patience had run out. Or maybe it’s still just her protective instincts kicking in whenever someone else seems to not be able to get out of a tricky situation easily on their own.
“I have about ten scandal-worthy stories on you, Mr. Kim, and I am not hesitant to reveal all of them unless you heave yourself up from that chair and leave this poor man alone. So what if he stopped acting to become a CEO? That was years ago, get the hell over it!” Admittedly it was only a little over one year ago, but that’s beside the point. It’s still old news.
Watching the journalist splutter a few times, she puts her hands in her sides and gives him a warning look that tells him she can start really screeching if necessary. Luckily he seems to get the hint, because the man quickly gathers his stuff before he’s off. Waiting for him to have entirely left the coffeeshop, Shinhye relaxes in her stand and drops her hands back down with a relieved sigh.
“Finally,” she states, turning to face the male she had been kind of defending earlier. “I’m so very sorry about the half an hour of your life that man just wasted. And about interrupting your conversation. Have a wonderful afternoon, Seunghyun-ssi.” Dipping into a quick, respectful enough bow, Shinhye straightens up again, sends her old classmate a bright smile and then just walks back to her own table to pick up the magazine again so she can finally properly focus on that ‘thirty infallible ways to get yourself a man’ article.