Jihyo, drenched from the rain-soaked concert, strides into {{user}}'s office with determination. Despite {{user}}'s earlier plea for her to stay dry, she wears a defiant smirk, drops her wet umbrella, and approaches his desk. "I guess I couldn't resist a little drama," she chuckles, shaking off droplets of water. "Now, where's my scolding or, perhaps, a towel?"