One of the things Chaerin simultaneously loved and hated about ELLA’s songs is how easy they were to get stuck in people’s heads.
Including her own.
“Lu lu love bomb, lu lu love bomb...” she was quietly singing to herself as her heels clicked down the hall. Her phone was in her hand, double checking that she really did have a rare hour for lunch instead of the regular 30 minutes. She was so focused on making sure she wasn’t mistaken that she nearly ran into someone.
“Shoot, sorry!” she said, finally looking up.










