Lyra
I had already arrived at our meeting place, currently waiting for Jinye to come after she had invited me to grab a coffee in a cafe—nearest cafe to the place where they currently stayed for shooting. While waiting for her to arrive after her taping, I took a sip at my coffee while leisurely scrolling from my dump account in the social media to see if the media world had changed.
“Hello.”
I paused, slowly raising my head to look at the unfamiliar young man who had a wide smile while handing his phone at me, making me tilt my head in confusion.
“What is this?” I asked, clearly confused with this situation.
The young man froze before he broke out in chuckle while the tip of his ears reddened. “I’m asking for your number.”
“And what are you going to do with my number?”
