Amina meticulously applied the final touch of her makeup, a lip gloss that perfectly complemented her look. Satisfied with her reflection, she smiled and muttered, "Perfect."

Moving away from the vanity table, she picked up her shoulder bag that she had carelessly thrown on the now untidy bed while searching for the ideal outfit for her first day at work. She hurriedly left the spacious bedroom.

Before leaving, Amina briefly considered making something to eat in the kitchen, specifically tea. However, she quickly dismissed the thought, reminding herself of the earlier reasoning. She decided against it.

Glancing at the digital clock resting on a nearby cabinet, she noticed it was 7:50 AM. Aware that she had no time to waste, as her work started at 9:00 AM, she chose not to idle around. She planned to buy something to eat at work, assuming they would have a cafeteria or similar facilities available.

With that in mind, she swiftly made her way to the corridor. She slipped out of her flip flops and put on a pair of pearl white sneakers. Observing the weather forecast earlier predicting rain, she hurriedly shrugged on an oversized pastel coat. She wanted to be prepared for any change in weather.

She mentally reminded herself to buy an umbrella when she left the building, knowing she would otherwise get soaked. Her movements were swift as she hurriedly stepped out of the apartment, with the door locking behind her with a soft buzz. She rushed to the elevator.

The descent to the first floor felt shorter than her earlier ascent, but she didn't dwell on it. As soon as the doors opened, she hastened outside to hail a cab, hoping to avoid a repeat of the previous day's airport ordeal.

Unfortunately, luck seemed to elude her once again. She spent nearly half an hour trying to flag down a cab, but none paid attention to her. She was certain she appeared foolish standing there, but she didn't care. Determined not to give up, she continued her attempts to find a cab. Time was ticking, and she had only thirty minutes left to reach her destination, unsure if she would make it on time.

Being late on her first day would create a poor first impression, which she wanted to avoid.

Unbeknownst to Amina, someone was watching her, witnessing her struggle. He hadn't intended to, but while sipping his morning tea on the balcony and enjoying the fresh air, his gaze fell upon her.

Amina's hijab, which she had neatly wrapped around her hair, was beginning to slip, but she seemed unconcerned. She was too preoccupied waving her hands and bouncing on her feet like a headless chicken  in an attempt to hail a cab.

Did she not realize it was rush hour? Couldn't she order a cab online like everyone else? Did she think she was still in Nigeria?

He was certain she was Nigerian as well, given her accent and demeanor. Even if she were in Nigeria, couldn't she order an Uber? Or did she think she could hail a cab on the street like a tricycle? She could, but not at that hour.

Aahil tsked and shook his head, furrowing his brow at her perceived foolishness. Although he found some amusement in watching her appear comical on the street, it was becoming pitiful.

He leaned against the door frame, taking sips of his tea while observing her. After half an hour of her futile attempts, he found it rather sad. Nonetheless, he appreciated the free morning entertainment.

Shaking his head upon finishing the tea, he turned around and headed back inside. His hand slipped underneath the cashmere cardigan he had on and into the pocket of his pants to pull out his phone. He tapped a few things on it while making his way to the kitchen. When he was done, he made a quick action of washing the cup before placing it aside.

Casually strolling to the corridor, he grabbed his car keys and changed his shoes. Unlike Amina, who headed for the first floor, he pressed the button to descend to the underground parking lot.

As the elevator doors opened, he walked out and navigated his way to another grey Aston Martin, similar to the one he owned in Manchester, his favorite car brand. Everything had been prepared for him by Mia, from the apartment to the vehicle and anything else he might need.

Once inside his luxurious car, he put on a pair of shades, deciding against wearing a face mask until he reached his destination. The car hummed softly as it came to life, a sound that he found pleasing to his ears. He doubted he would ever grow tired of it. It was just one of the many luxuries that accompanied his career and fame. He had amassed enough wealth to serve as life insurance for himself. That much was evident.

Placing his hands on the steering wheel, he pressed the pedal and smoothly maneuvered his way out of the driveway, emerging from the underground lot onto the streets. Deliberately driving past the front of the building, he confirmed that Amina was still waiting for a ride.

Upon nearing her, she seemed to have realized it was him, because her face lit up, regardless of the incident from the day before, as long she gets a ride and not be late for work, she would pretend it didn’t happen. At least, she could fake it.

And so she did. Her lips slanted into a wide grin, hoping it would be enough to conceal the deep hatred she has for the man incessantly waved, trying to get him to stop.

Who would’ve thought she’d end up hoping he’d help her in a way? Regardless, she’d do anything for him to save her at the moment. He’s her only hope, since she doesn’t know anyone else.

She waved incessantly, hoping to catch his attention. She looked even ridiculous doing so, that much was evident when a few pedestrians stopped and gave her weird looks.

She ignored them. The public embarrassment will be worth it if she makes it to work on time.

What did he do?

He sped without stopping, or even sparing her a glance pretending not to notice her, although he was fully aware of her presence. Unperturbed, he zoomed off towards his destination.

Amina's mouth hung open, her lips twisting into a snarl as she muttered a string of colorful words under her breath. She let out a muffle scream, furiously tapping her foot on the floor.

Frustrated, she resisted the urge to scream out loud in the middle of the street, clenching her fists by her side. She was certain he had seen her, yet he callously drove past without a second glance.

"I hope you end up all ugly and bald, you stupid piece of shit," she hissed through gritted teeth, angrily slinging her bag over her shoulder as she glared at the path he drove down. "Ssibal saekiya."

Yes, that’s the only sentence she could confidently say in Korean. Not a good word, but that’s the product of watching The Glory.

She pulled out her phone to check the time.

It was 8:37 AM.

Realizing she was in trouble, she scratched her brow with a sense of worry. Her lower lip folded between her teeth as she exhaled, contemplating how she could still make it on time, even though she knew she was already late.

With a huff, she turned around just as a cab pulled up in front of her. Her eyes lit up, and before the driver could explain he was there for someone else, she quickly hopped in and showed him the address, pleading with him to take her there as she was already late for work.

Struggling to explain herself, uncertain if he understood English or not, Amina feared she might pull her hair out and cry in the streets if he couldn't.

Fortunately, he didn't argue and chuckled lightly before speaking, "It's alright, Miss. I can speak English." Although his accent seemed unfamiliar and slightly unpolished, it was sufficient for her needs. "It's a requirement for those using our services."

She released a relieved breath, and her lips curled into a wide grin. "Thank God," she said, her shoulders slumping.

"You can always order a cab with us at Daehan Motors to avoid being late next time," the driver offered. Amina quickly agreed and asked for their website link.

To her surprise, she didn't even need to bother searching for it; the agency's name appeared in the search results. She memorized it to avoid a repetition of her recent experience.

Relaxing into her seat, she nervously tapped her feet as the driver made his way to her destination. She couldn't even focus on the beauty of the surroundings, her first time in Korea, a country she adored as an avid K-drama fan. She was too worried about being late.

Fortunately, luck seemed to be on her side for the first time. They arrived with ten minutes to spare. Amina hurriedly thanked the driver, completed the payment process, and rushed into the building.

As she entered the Korean fashion company's premises, she was captivated by the sleek and modern exterior design. The combination of glass and steel created an impressive façade, offering glimpses of the stylish displays inside. The company's logo above the entrance caught her attention, inviting her to step into the world of Korean fashion.

Stepping inside, she found herself immersed in a space that exuded sophistication and style. The first floor served as a lobby and an open store for shoppers. The open layout provided a sense of spaciousness, allowing her to explore the store effortlessly. Soft, natural lighting illuminated carefully curated displays, showcasing the latest clothing collections and accessories.

As she ventured deeper into the store, Amina admired the clever arrangement of modern racks and shelves, artfully presenting the meticulously designed garments. The neutral color palette, accentuated by tasteful pops of color, created a harmonious ambiance that felt both inviting and chic.

Strategically placed mirrors throughout the store offered different angles to appreciate the garments, adding a touch of intrigue. The fitting rooms, elegantly designed with mirrors and comfortable seating, enticed her to indulge in the experience of trying on the carefully crafted pieces.

Amina couldn't help but notice the attention to detail in the interior design. The thoughtfully chosen seating areas provided personalized styling consultations, while the accessories stations displayed delicate pieces to complete any ensemble.

The enchanting atmosphere uplifted her spirits, like stepping into a dream come true. Although it wasn't the career she had initially pursued, as a fashion enthusiast, it felt like a safe haven. And now, she would have the opportunity to model there.

Regaining her composure, Amina approached the receptionist's desk with a warm smile, but her warmth wasn't reciprocated. "Hello, I'm Amina Muhammad. I'm looking for Miss Choi Ae Ra," she introduced herself, remembering the name of the woman who had sent her the job offer email and instructed her to contact her upon arrival.

The receptionist, a woman around her age, gave her a scrutinizing look that might have made her self-conscious, but Amina remained unfazed. The receptionist took an eternity to respond, but it turned out unnecessary.

Just as Amina was about to speak again, a voice came from behind, causing her to turn around. "Miss Muhammad?"

Amina turned and saw a slightly taller woman approaching, her lips adorned with ruby-red lipstick curved into a wide grin that seemed inviting. Her auburn waves cascaded down her back like flowing water.

Amina's lips formed an uncertain smile. "Miss Choi?"

The woman nodded, coming to a stop in front of her. "Anyeong, welcome to Hallyu. I'm so excited to have you here with us." She extended her hand, which Amina shook, feeling a warm squeeze. "I've heard great things about you, Meena... can I call you that?" Despite appearing fully Korean or perhaps half Korean, her English was impeccable, which impressed Amina.

It was the best English she had heard in that environment, and even Amina envied her accent.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she nodded. "Of course, you can call me Meena, Miss Choi."

"Nonsense," Ae Ra waved it off. "Call me Ae Ra. I have a feeling you and I will get along just fine."

"I hope so too, Ae Ra," Amina replied, recognizing the potential value of having a friend in that environment.

Ae Ra's warm smile was reassuring, as if promising Amina that everything would be alright. Amina chose to believe it, viewing it as the beginning of a brighter future, perhaps the one she had always desired.

Maybe, just maybe, it would truly be a beautiful beginning.

***

Confession: I've been too occupied watching dramas that I haven't been writing as much as I should.

However, I don't guilt trip myself. It doesn't matter, I deserve that break. Might as well enjoy it.

Yall on the other rhnad shouldn't worry because I have over 20 chapters so...yeah, there's that🌚👍

How hav eyall been? Quick reminder, registration for our writing class ends tomorrow so, just FYI.

*exhales* I'm feeling a bit down now, and I don't even know why really. How are yall feeling today? Let's talk, what's on your mind?

How's school? How's life? How's work? Just...how are you really? Be honest with yourself. Yes, we're all a bunch of strangers here but you never know, we might just give you a little something to lift your mood.

I'll start. Like I said, I'm feeling down and I don't even know why. It's just one of those days I guess. But deep down, I guess it has to do with realizing I really am growing up, like fr fr, I'm an adult now supposedly😂😢 certain things just hit randomly and I'm left wondering, where did my days go to?

I know I have a long way to go, but still. Adulting sucks really, and I haven't even stepped into the bigger shoes yet.

How do you all do it? Perhaps most of you are older than me here so how do you do it?

I'm giving yall an accolade. To the elder sisters taking up roles of parents, to that student pushing on to get that certificate, to the young girl growing up, to the mothers saddled with responsibilities that came without a manual, you are all doing so well. So much better than you give yourself credit for.

My words may not mean much to you, but give yourself some credit really. You're doing well. You truly are. Oya now take this bouquet 💐 emoji and go since you won't see me in persin😂

In another, random and so jannahish note, I actually want to meet my readers in real life. I mean, I meet some every once in a while but there are certain readers I genuinely want to meet and give yall hugs because you're too kind😭❤️ Jazakumullah khair for making my days.

Okay why am I making this sappy? Why?  On God, this is a tad bit embarrassing.

Toh ai hikenan, let me leave before I hembaras myself. Take care and stay safe.

Love, Jannah Mia ❤️