I checked in at my favourite standing sushi bar in Shimbashi and noticed you liked the post. A few minutes later, my phone beeped.
Hey, are you in Tokyo right now?
My colleague was asking me why I was smiling like a fool when I was reading your message. I merely brushed him off as I typed a quick reply to you.
Yes, I’m here on a business trip.
I was hoping you were in Tokyo too.
Suzuki, Hinata and Taeyeon were escorted to a small function room in the hotel. Several chairs, studio lights and a long table with white skirting were the only furniture in the room. Two hotel staff stood at the corners of the room while the first media team were setting up their equipment.
The first interview was with a major newspaper. It involved the organizers and the bakers only. Taeyeon breathed a sigh of relief when she discovered that not all the interviews involved Yukiko. The lesser the contact, the lesser the stress. Dealing with the media was hectic, Taeyeon didn’t want to deal with the additional pressure from handling the actress. The three of them breezed through the interview with Suzuki answering most of the questions.
Once the first interview was done, another journalist from a different newspaper entered the room. When the organizers mentioned about back to back interviews, Taeyeon was certain they were not joking.
Taeyeon was not in a good mood now. In fact, she felt extremely annoyed over the smallest thing. The chirping of the birds, the rustling of leaves in the cool breeze, the sounds of sneakers crushing the gravel path separating the business and arts blocks and many others. On a normal day, she wouldn’t even notice their existence but not today. She was having her period and the cramps caused her to be highly irritable.
Taeyeon sighed and put her book down. She couldn’t focus and there was no point in staring at the same paragraph over and over again. Looking across the table, she watched as Jessica solved math problems like she was born to do it. The blonde was wrinkling her nose and frowning almost simultaneously, her hair was a little ruffled but nonetheless she still looked beautiful.
Concierge : “Good evening, my name is Taeyeon, how may I help you?”
Caller : “I have a problem and I need help.”
Taeyeon : “Sure, I’m at your service. May I know what kind of assistance do you require, Miss….(looking for the caller’s name on the screen) Jung?”
Miss Jung : “I’m doing a crossword puzzle and I’m stuck at one of the clues.”
Taeyeon has heard of many weird requests before but this request for assistance in a crossword puzzle is certainly a first.
Taeyeon furrowed her brows as she tried to recall where she had seen the young lady in front of her.
The young lady had long wavy dark brown hair that framed her fair complexion. Her hazel eyes were beaming with excitement and she was twiddling her fingers.
“I’m Seungwan ah, Son Seung Wan.” Seungwan pronounced each word of her name slowly and clearly.
The name rang a bell and the face was vaguely familiar but Taeyeon was unable to recall where she met this person before.
“I attended your Choux Pastry workshop at the Seoul Culinary Academy two years ago. I had blue highlights at the ends of my hair,” Seungwan explained while doing a hair flip.
The rustling of leaves was accompanied by the scratching of a pen against paper. Instead of focusing on reading her notes, Taeyeon’s attention was on the person next to her.
Taeyeon and Jessica were sitting beneath a huge tree in the cool weather. They were doing revisions before the big test next week. Deciding that it was too stifling to study at the library, the pair opted to go outdoors.
Taeyeon’s eyes landed on the curve of Jessica’s nose. She observed how Jessica’s long lashes batted, how her brows were knitted as the blonde focused intently on solving the equations in the workbook, how she could bit her lips whenever she faced a difficult question and how flawless her porcelain skin was.
It was 6pm but Lee Soonkyu, the principal, was still going on about work flow processes, developing critical thinking skills, disciplinary issues and other matters for the past two hours. At times, someone would excuse himself or herself to go to the washroom. Occasionally a teacher would stifle a yawn and another would stretch his or her arms to stay focused during the meeting.
Jessica was thankful for her current seat in the meeting room. First, it was towards the back and she could check her Instagram feed and Facebook every now and then to cure her boredom. Second and more important reason, she had direct view of her crush who was sitting just two rows in front of her. She enjoyed looking at him, dreaming about the things she would say to him or the things they would do if they went out on a date.