Sarah remembered seeing a documentary show when she was a child. It was about a snow leopard and how it hunt. The grace, the agility, the ferocious decisiveness on the killing blow. She didn't witness it in full, but she heard it from outside; the quiet sound of pandemonium amid loud music. Before she could even think about how much longer she had to wait, the man was already going back outside.
Hajin offered his hand while smiling cheekily. "You're so good at waiting, Princess."
"Shut up," Sarah glared at the man. "And I told you to stop calling me that."
"Your punishment is not over yet, Princess."
Sarah pressed her lips but found herself still taking the man's hand--it was only after passing the door did she realized it. She used to receive her assistant's hand when she was still in school, especially when she got out of cars, but she didn't think the habit would still be there after a decade.
