My editor-in-charge let out the heaviest sigh she had ever mustered, clutching her throbbing headache. Parting her ruby red lips, she asked, “Are you seriously giving me this excuse, Writer Yu Il-Shin?”1

“Your makeup has gotten flashier, Ms. Editor. That lip color suits you very well.”0

Bam!0

Eek, scary!0

“Why did you slam the table all of a sudden?! I almost died of a heartattack!”0

“If you don’t want a beating, then cut the nonsense!”0

“Alright.” I switched my tone to that of utmost politeness and sincerity. “Actualy, that lip color doesn’t suit you at all. I thought you came after catching mice. Wow, dressing to impress, are we? Gosh, you don’t have to! Just show up like normal friends. I have to say, though, the cake from this cafe is really delicious. Nyam, nyam. Gulp! This place is a hidden gem.”0

I focused on scarfing down my chocolate cake, ignoring my editor’s furious gaze. Before I knew it, it was gone. As I stared wistfully at an empty plate, I asked her, “That really...0