Morning
Cyan slowly blinked his eyes open. The morning light slipping through the curtains hit his face
like a silent reminder — another day had arrived.
His room was quiet... Too quiet...
He lay there for a moment, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to piece together the fragments of
yesterday.
"...Oh, right. I fell asleep just lying in bed"...
A small sigh escaped him...
"Was I that tired... to knock out the moment I hit the pillow"
At least he hadn't overslept. That was something.
"I can get ready... slowly this time"...
He rose from bed, stretched his arms, and reached for the photo frame he had held last night.
Carefully, he placed it back where it belonged on the shelf.
With a faint smile, he murmured,
"Good morning, Dad"...
Then he stepped into the bathroom to freshen up.
A few minutes later, he returned, rubbing a towel through his damp hair. He glanced out the
window and muttered to no one in particular,
"Cold as ever".
He started walking toward his usual bus stop, his steps unhurried and calm.
The road — once quiet and dark the night before — now glowed with morning light. Tall grasses
swayed gently in the chill of the warm air, their tips dancing with dew. Birds began their morning anthems,
and the trees shimmered softly with tiny droplets of water, catching the sunlight like scattered gems.
Cyan sat on the bench — his usual spot.
Normally, he never cared much about his surroundings. But today... his eyes wandered, a quiet
hope blooming in his chest. He looked around. Every corner. Every side.
Nothing.
"Hmph.... that one too is just another extra..."
He sighed, shaking his head.
"Why am I even looking around..."
Still, he boarded the bus and made his way to his usual seat.
But even after all that, his eyes drifted back to the bench.
A soft smile tugged at his lips.
"Will I meet her once more… even just for a second?"
The bus moved on — but that small, quiet hope stayed with him…
The familiar glass tower rose in the distance, its panels catching the sun like polished mirrors.
Cyan shoved his hands into his pockets, walking at his usual slow pace. Same building. Same
walk…
The one annoying lad who always came to greet him every morning… wasn't there this time.
"Did he get here early?" Cyan muttered. "Hmm… not possible. He's probably still sleeping
somewhere."
He let out a small breath through his nose, almost a chuckle.
"There'll be a big show later ."
The elevator doors began to slide shut with their usual slow hiss — until, just before they closed
completely, a hand slipped through the gap.
They jerked open again.
A woman stepped in.
Everyone inside — a few salarymen and an intern or two — turned to look. And then... they
blushed.
She was beautiful. Strikingly so.
Someone whispered, "Is she new?" some just stared.
But Cyan… Cyan froze.
Not because she was pretty — though she was — but because something felt wrong.
No, not wrong. Familiar.
Like déjà vu layered over reality.
The moment she stepped in, everything else… stopped. The elevator's hum dulled. The
shuffling, the side-glances, even the blinking of the guy next to him — all frozen in place.
Except her.
She moved freely. Naturally. As if time itself had paused for everyone else, but not for her.
Cyan stood still.
His heart started to rise — not racing in panic, but slowly, like something deep inside had just
awakened...
His eyes stayed locked on her, unable to look away.
Everything else remained frozen in time, the moment stretched thin like a glass bubble.
He swallowed, barely audible, and murmured,
"...What is this feeling?"
Her eyes met Cyan's.
Calm, steady, and unreadable.
She gave a small, polite bow.
And — to the shock of everyone in the elevator — Cyan bowed back.
It was brief, almost instinctive. A quiet dip of his head.
But it was enough.
The Cyan — the guy who barely greeted anyone, who never bowed even to the boss — just did
without hesitation.
Whispers spread.
"Wait, did he just… bow?"
"Is she from higher management?" "No way, I've never seen him greet anyone like that."
One by one, the others started bowing too. Awkward. Delayed. Unsure why they were doing it.
Only if Cyan of all people bowed, maybe they should too…
The elevator quietly lifted their weight upward…
Ding.
Floor 1.
The doors slid open. Cyan subtly glanced at the woman, trying to see if she would step out.
She didn't.
The lift continued its climb.
Floor 2.
Another glance. Still nothing.
The elevator moved again.
Floor 3… Floor 4…
Finally, it reached Cyan's floor.
He stepped out of the elevator — but to his surprise, she stepped out too.
For a brief second, his face lit up, just a little.
She's getting off here…?
Does that mean she works in this building?
Have I really never seen her before?
Or… is she here for something else?
His mind started spinning through possibilities — an employee transfer, a meeting, a guest,
someone from the board… or something completely unrelated.
He didn't even notice he'd slowed down, walking just a step behind her, quietly trying to figure
out the reason she was here.
That lady turned to the left — where Team 2's workspace was. Cyan's own department, Team 1,
was on the right.
Is she a new employee for Team 2? Or did she come to meet someone there?
His thoughts began to rise again, drifting into every possibility.
Suddenly, the ticking of his watch pulled him back.
He quickly turned and headed toward his own workspace, giving one last glance behind to catch
a glimpse of the lady…