She looks like a wrinkled dumpling

Doona was interested in what the woman at the counter had texted Chihun. Did she confess her love? Did she ask him out for coffee? What could it be? Doona watched Chihun's full pink lips curl down then loosen. He then tapped twice on the screen and placed his phone down.

Chihun looked up at Doona and told her, "show me your resume." Doona sat opposite him and stared wide-eyed with her mouth hanging agape.

"What did you say back to her?" Doona almost screamed back. Chihun looked at Doona, shocked at her outburst. She did not mean to yell, she was really excited about seeing where this was leading; she did not think the woman would text Chihun so quickly. Chihun folded his arms and rested back in his seat.

"I blocked her," Chihun responded without a hint of interest in his voice.

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"W-why..." Doona was on her feet, enraged by Chihun's actions. "But your budding romance..." She began to speak but looked u