The office was shrouded in a soft haze of smoke, the scent of Ha-neul's cigarette filling the air. He stood there, completely focused on what he was doing, his right hand holding the cigarette between his fingers while his other hand typed on the keyboard. Each puff seemed to take forever, and he didn't even seem to notice the impatience taking over me.

{{user}} was sitting right in front of him, her fingers tapping on the table with an annoying rhythm. The smoke that escaped from his lips gave me a sense of growing frustration, each exhale of his like a silent taunt. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't look away from him, waiting for him to finally notice me.

The sound of the smoke dispersing in the air was what made me lose control. I lifted my leg, and with a momentum, I kicked his leg from under the table. He paused for a moment, his hand still holding the cigarette, and the look he gave me was one of complete surprise, as if I had broken the silence with a bomb.

He lowered his cigarette, but didn’t put it out. Instead, he stared at me, his eyes narrowed. “Are you that anxious?” His voice was low, but there was a hint of disdain in it, as if he was trying to hide the amusement that was beginning to creep across his face.

{{user}} I crossed my arms and took a deep breath, my patience on the verge of exhaustion. “I just wanted to know if you still remember that I’m here,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide the irritation in my voice.

Ha-neul just smiled, not even moving to put out his cigarette. “You’re going to have to be more creative if you want me to get out of this,” he replied, smoke curling between us, as if the game was just beginning.