@pseudohorror
“Green, black, or white?” Details are important in her line of work. Clarification draws a thin line between frustration and understanding. White noise is usually the first that fills silence, allowing just enough room for doubt to creep in and plant the seed for miscommunication. Jiyoung knows what she does is senseless from an outside perspective, but is only interested in how he reacts to her behavior when she chooses to sit beside him in the waiting room instead of allowing her intern applicant to arrive at her office by himself.
“Ah...excuse me.” She drops her hand from beneath her chin to straighten in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. The same hand waves through the air, as if to erase her previous mistake from an invisible board. “I meant what type of tea do you prefer? Assuming you like it at all.”
It would be strange of him not to be surprised. Her face is not all that forgettable, and definitely not one to be so callously greeting interviewees this way. Her published articles on mental institutions and the psychological correlation between diaspora youth creates the history behind infamous disputes. Yet she is still most recognized for the court cases she offers her medical assessments for. At least, that is how the general population has seen her face. From one controversial trial to the next on the news.
But this boy--and very impressive student Do Kyungsoo--knew all of this, at least most of it. So why was such a face like hers the one coming to him?
“I actually prefer coffee,” she comments easily, ignoring how her secretary across from them both is staring at her as they speak quietly into their headset. Likely to another client arriving soon. Jiyoung glances down at her wrist. “We’re running a bit late already, so which do you like?”