“Hmmhm~ hmm.” Choi Yeon-Ha continued to hum a strange little tune.

Han Eun-Sol glanced at her while frowning deeply. “Noona?”

“Ng?”

“I know you're happy, but... Can't you, like, stop humming for a sec?”

“Why? No one's around us, anyway.” Choi Yeon-Ha scanned the empty first-class and tilted her head. She might have been more cautious with other passengers nearby, but why should she bother when there was clearly no one?

“Noona, it's because I can't bear it anymore.”

“Say what now?” Choi Yeon-Ha shot a sharp glare at Han Eun-Sol.

“Tsk…” Han Eun-Sol shook his head as if this situation displeased him greatly. “Noona, you need to be more aware of your limitations. You're happy, so you're humming. I get that. As a listener, though? It's like nails on a chalkboard, noona. How can a person be as tone-deaf as you while humming? Seriously now!”

“Who cares about you?! Besides, I almost debuted as a singer, you know!”

“Imagine how terrible you must be for that expert to give up on you, noona. And he was famous for turning idol hopefuls with crappy voices into angels sent from heaven, too.”

"You...! You, get out, now!"

“Noona, we're on a plane. I can't exit even if I want to.”

“I don't care. Get out!”

“Can't you say something that makes sense, noona!” Han Eun-Sol yelled back.

Choi Yeon-Ha scoffed at her manager's spirited resistance. “I'm letting this slide because I'm in a good mood today, you hear me! So, you better behave yourself, okay?”

“Yes, yes. Your wish is my command,” Han Eun-Sol muttered, then...