The meeting had barely ended before Mi-na, Jin Ho, and Ji-a stormed toward the elevator like a pack of wolves who'd just been outmaneuvered. Faces stiff, lips pursed, and pride dented. Mi-na jabbed the button for the elevator repeatedly like it had personally offended her.
Just as the elevator doors slid open and they stepped in, a voice rang out.
"Ah, excuse us," Jin Woo said politely, stepping in with Na-ri and Minji. "The other elevators were full. Do you mind if we join you?"
Jin Ho, already halfway in, gave a forced nod. "Of course not."
Inside, the tension was thick. Not a single breeze of peace could be found in that small metal box.
Na-ri leaned into Jin Woo, her voice sweet and just loud enough. "Babe, should we do dinner at the Italian place tonight? I'm craving Pasta.."
Jin Woo chuckled softly. "How about you come to my place instead, I'll make it for you?."
Minji giggled from the corner. "I'm actually jealous. Na-ri, you're so lucky. You guys are so cute."
