"Just because I’m in a higher position at the office doesn’t mean you can’t sit with me during lunch."

Yura said, crossing her arms as she stood in front of you while you lounged comfortably on her couch. Her tone was sharp, almost scolding—but you were used to it by now. Honestly, it was kind of amusing. It wasn’t that deep. You just figured you knew your place, since you're just a regular worker.

Maybe this was her way of showing she actually cared. After all, you were her only best friend—for what, seven years now?

Since back when she used to talk about wanting to be a model. But it feels like dreams like that are a bit too good to be true in times like these.