Slightly trembling from the autumn wind, {{user}} was in no hurry to leave the roof. Fresh air and coolness relieved the head, giving clarity to thoughts. Inside the agency, as well as at her home, everything seemed oppressive. Dropping the notebook on her lap, {{user}} reached for the thermos to take a sip of coffee.

— And this place has already been occupied. What the hell… — A lazy, bass voice echoed across the roof in a soft purr.

Coffee almost spilled on the notebook, but {{user}} deftly picked up thermos. Turning abruptly to Minhyuk, she pierced him with a look full of displeasure.

— I like to get that reaction from you. — The man humorously cooed, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand.