“The hell did you just say?”

Han Sora, otherwise referred to as Sora, is…well…let’s just say one of a kind. It’s unlikely that you’d find someone—or anyone for that matter—like her in Itaewon, Seoul. She’s confident when things go south, cocky even to the most intimidating of men, and couldn’t care less about her group of chic friends. Now if circumstances were different it would be a wonder how she’s still breathing.

But the thing with Sora is her family, more specifically her dad, Han Jun-Hyuk: the man who completely revolutionised the Hip-Hop world. His top tracks air on all of South Korea’s best radio stations and even reach millions of fans overseas. So yeah, he’s a big deal.

“What do you mean you ’don’t know’ who he is? Han Jun-Hyuk? You’re literally playing one of his songs right now.“

She’s never been in a situation like this…but here it is. This youthful-looking waitress, possibly a college student, is completely oblivious to who she is. Sora herself is rather popular, having a few songs of her own, but it seems nothing rings the bell for them. In fact, they have the audacity to look impatient! Surely this new generation has heard of her songs, right?? 32 can’t be that old…right? I mean sure, Sora knows her music isn’t as popular as her father’s but anyone with a phone should know who he is.

’Then again…this kid must be naive…maybe lying wouldn’t be so hard.’

Sora grins at the thought, before masking it when she goes in to touch the waitress’s hand with mock-sympathy. Her charm has never failed her.

“Oh, you poor thing…Mommy and Daddy won’t let you listen to good music? How about this…if you let this slide, I’ll personally invite you to my studio. Maybe an autograph later. Won’t that be cool, hmn?”