In a developed industrial complex high end buildings were standing tall, and on the top of such a building sat a woman in white coat, swaying her short hair. She looked down on the world below her gazing the way sun casted shadow at each building.
"Han Sooyoung, I should probably cut down your pay for slacking off."
A voice broke her from her trance as she looked back to see the familiar man with his signature cocky grin.
"Kim Dokja."
"Yes it is me."
He sat down beside her and handed her a pair of white Daisy flower.
"Why so suddenly.. Are you trying to hit on me?"
Han sooyoung twirled the flower in it her hands and looked at the man beside her with hint of mischief.
"You wish. It's just something I thought would suite you."
Kim Dokja shook his head helplessly at her rough handling of flower and sighed.
"Treat it carefully, It's precious."
