Oh, the motorcycle was definitely coming after her.
She had said plenty of tis that she wanted to die, but not literally!
With that, even in her most drained state, her survival instincts kicked in the mont she saw the motorcycle barreling straight toward her.
Her body jolted to life, adrenaline washing away her fatigue like a splash of cold water.
"Not today," she muttered. She still needed to watch DAWN's first ever concert!
Besides, she had watched enough K-dramas to know what happened next. The classic scene where the innocent female protagonist gets hit tumbles dramatically onto the pavent and sohow ends up in the arms of a handso man.
Except in her fantasies, she always cursed out the female protagonist first.
Why couldn't they move away when there was still plenty of space and ti?
Just as the motorcycle was about to hit her, Jia leapt to the side, narrowly avoiding it.
She felt like an action star in a slow-motion movie scene. However, what happened next wasn't quite what she expected.
The motorcycle driver, who seed prepared for an impact but not for a sudden sidestep, swerved wildly to the left.
Instead of colliding with Jia, the bike plowed straight into a large, bulky man with a bubble tea at hand who had been waiting for the perfect ti to intercept.
The crowd gasped as the motorcycle made contact.
But then, sothing absurd happened.
Instead of the man getting thrown back, it was the motorcycle that flew off him. The bike flipped over, sending the rider flying through the air like a ragdoll.
Jia's eyes widened, her jaw dropping as she watched the scene unfold. The big man didn't even flinch. He simply looked down at his spilled bubble tea with a look of deep sorrow, before running to the motorcycle driver and removing her helt.
Jia frowned since she looked too familiar. However, she was sure she hadn't seen her before.
"What in the...?" Jia muttered, half in disbelief and half in awe. Around her, people were screaming, so pulling out their phones to record the chaos.
The whole scene felt like sothing straight out of a slapstick cody.
Behind the counter of the coffee truck, the barista called out, "Triple-shot, half-decaf, soy milk latte, and the rest of that insane order! Miss, your coffee's ready!"
Jia blinked, snapping out of her daze. She hurriedly grabbed the bag of complicated drinks, her brain still processing what she had just witnessed.
"What is happening today?" she mumbled.
Just as she was about to head back to the office, the crowd parted once more.
Murmurs spread through the onlookers, and she heard soone gasp, "It's June!"
Jia's heart skipped a beat.
June? Here?
She turned her head and, sure enough, there he was, striding through the crowd with that effortlessly cool aura he always had.
The sun glinted off his hair, making him look like he was glowing. The crowd's screams reached new heights as people recognized him, caras flashing as they snapped pictures. "June! Over here!" soone shouted, waving their phone frantically.
But June wasn't paying them any attention. Instead, he was walking right toward Jia. Her brain short-circuited.
'Is he coming to see ?'
She froze, clutching the bag of drinks like it was a lifeline.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" June asked, his tone gentle and concerned as he approached her.
"Ma'am?" Jia echoed, her eyebrows shooting up.
Did he just call her ma'am? She felt a stab of offense and disbelief.
'Doesn't he recognize ? It's , Jia!'
"You look a bit shaken," June continued, oblivious to her internal turmoil.
He gently took her by the elbow, guiding her away from the chaos like a knight in shining armor. "Why don't I lead you back to the company? Don't worry about this ss. We've got it under control."
Jia let herself be led, still confused. People around them were still taking pictures, but no one dared to get too close.
"Wait, this is so weird," Jia muttered under her breath as they walked. "Why is June here? And why doesn't he recognize ?"
As they neared the entrance of her office building, June glanced at her with a reassuring smile. "I'm glad no one was hurt. It's great that everything turned out fine," he said. "Actually, my friend works here. She must be busy inside. I'm really glad that no one got hurt."
"Huh?" Jia asked, tilting her head in confusion. "Wait, you're saying—'
June didn't let her finish. He gave her a polite nod, his expression softening. "Take care, ma'am. And please, get so rest. Older people need their sleep."
"HUH?" Jia exclaid, her voice cracking. She stared at him, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
'Did he just call old?'
Before she could protest, June had already turned on his heel, walking away with that effortless charisma that left everyone in a daze.
The crowd parted for him like he was Moses and they were the Red Sea, people staring after him with hearts in their eyes. Jia stood there, dumbfounded.
"Old?" she whispered to herself, incredulous. "Did he seriously just-"
She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. She glanced around, wondering if anyone else had caught that, but everyone was too busy fangirling over June.
Still in a state of shock, she turned and trudged back toward her office. Her feet felt heavy.
'He didn't recognize , did he? But why was he here? And what was up with that whole 'ma'am' business?'
It was like the universe had conspired to give her the weirdest morning ever.
By the ti she made it back inside the building, her supervisor was standing at her desk, tapping her foot impatiently. Her eyes narrowed when she saw her empty hands.
"Jia," she snapped. "Where's the coffee?"
Jia froze, her eyes going wide as the realization hit her like a truck. "Oh my goodness," she whispered, horror dawning on her face. "The coffee! I dropped it outside!"
Her supervisor's face turned an alarming shade of red. "You WHAT?"
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