“In here.” Jyeon opens the familiar heavy wooden door, missing its stationed receptionist as all employees are downstairs enjoying free food. He pulls aside to let me wander in, and it’s a relief to see he’s updated this space. The uptight sense of déjà vu doesn’t happen because it no longer feels like Jyeon’s office in OLO HQ. It’s nothing like it used to be and doesn’t feel like walking into another time warp.
I glance around at the grey décor, the new furnishings, the complete lack of memories of before. The couch has changed, even the curtains and wall art. It’s a similar layout, and the couch area is still in the hollow space past his desk, but it doesn’t feel like walking back into two years ago to face the same b***h in here. I was subconsciously afraid of reenacting the first time
