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Loud music can be heard a few miles away from the biggest club in Zürich. It's a Friday night, so the place is packed with people of different purposes.
“Two glasses of Negroni,” she told the bartender.
“Alright, coming right up!”
“Make that four, and add a Daiquiri, please,” it was another voice not belonging to her. The bartender nodded before turning around.
“Same taste, I see,” she started. It's not every day you meet someone with the same taste.
“My go-to drinks. I like them so much, I asked a bartender friend to teach me how to make them.” The other person gave a little smirk at the end of her speech. She took the stool next to her and took a seat.
“Oh, I'd like to see that.”
“It's fun. Trust me.” The stranger extends her hand towards her, “Son. A pleasure to meet you.”
She paused for a while before reaching for the hand, “Bae. Pleasure’s all mine.”
"Oh, Korean?"
"Yeah."
Just then, the bartender returns with five glasses. “Here you go, ladies. Enjoy.” He smiled at both, giving Bae a quick wink before turning to other customers.
Bae was about to reach for her purse when Son stopped her hand. “I got this.”
Once she paid for the drinks, Bae thanked her shyly, not used to other people paying for her.
“Uhh, thanks, I guess.”
The night passed by, with the two escaping the club scene and driving with one's car towards the hotel.
The next day, Son woke up to a messy tangle from her sheets, clothes thrown in every direction, but no other living thing in the room except for herself.
“What… Huh?”
She inhaled deeply, picking up a sweet lavender scent that she was sure doesn't belong to her.
“Oh, right. Bae.”
She looked around, noticing that only her clothes are sprawled on the floor. No signs of another person being there.
“I guess it's just the usual one-night-stand stuff.”
Standing up, she dragged the sheets up with her, causing a piece of torn paper to fall off.
“What's this?” she picked the paper up, noticing a messy scribble on it.
[I HAVE TO LEAVE. SORRY]
She read the paper twice, before crumpling it into a ball and throwing it to a nearby bin.
“Well, at least she has the decency to apologize.”
“I guess that's the last of her.”
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A month has passed and like any usual day, Wendy is way past her end of shift.
“Doctor Son, it's already ten. Why are you still here?” a colleague asked.
“Hey, Dr. Im. Same goes for you. I thought you have a morning shift?” she asked as she stretched.
“I do, but I have to cover for Yul’s shift for the day. It's her dad's operation so she went there.”
Wendy looked at the date, “Oh, right. She mentioned that. That's nice of you.”
“Thanks, doc. But still, why are you here? I've seen you around as early as six in the morning.”
Wendy sighs a bit before slumping back to her previous position. “Just got off from a seven-hour operation. It was tedious, but thankfully, successful.”
“The more reason you should go home and rest. We have no use of a malfunctioning doctor.” Yoona teased, to which Wendy chuckled. She stretched for a bit before standing up fully.
“You know what? I might take that offer,” she picked her bag up before flinging it to her shoulders, “See you tomorrow?”
“Sure, doc. Drive safe.”
After bidding farewell to her senior, she went straight to the parking lot, drifting out of the exit.
“ It just comes so natural, it just comes automa—” she was singing with the stereo when a loud ring cut her off.
She pressed ‘answer’ on her dashboard screen, without looking at the caller.
“Hello?”
“Doctor Son!”
“Doctor Im? I'm driving, what's—”
“Code blue. They need you here. Asap.”
Hearing the code, she immediately turned her steering wheel, creating tire marks on the road.
“I'll be there in five.”
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“What's the patient’s status?” Wendy asked while putting on her scrubs.
“Vital signs are dropping at an alarming rate, too much blood loss and a concussion in the head. Right arm severely injured due to a large shard of glass cutting through her shoulder. Left leg fractured, several ribs also fractured. Doctor Yoon’s preparing for the blood transfusion.”
“Alright. Dr. Im, let's go.”
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“As I was saying, the composition is very important. You should know how to do it even from the viewfinder. It's not ideal to just rely on post-processing every time.” Irene then changed the slide.
“The position of the subject may vary depending on how you would like to tell your story. Angle plays a huge part in that. Take a look at these examples," she clicked on the next slide that shows several different photographs, each showing different angles, emphasis, and story, “you can tell from each photo what the photographer wanted to convey."
All students nod once they saw the slide.
She smiled, satisfied with the students’ reactions.
“Now then, let's move on to the next.”
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Everyone in the room began packing their things the moment the bell rings.
Grabbing her laptop, she strides her way out of the monotonous classroom. Finals are coming and they need to wrap up the remaining topics.
As she was walking towards the faculty room, her phone suddenly rings.
“Hello?”
“Unnie, when does your school term end?”
“Probably in two weeks. I'll just have to give their final project and we're done. Why?”
“You might want to come back here in Seoul. It's Seulgi.”