Glancing at the tables around her, she discovered that the faces had once again changed. Had she really been sitting there for so long? Tiffany picked up her cup and took a sip. Ugh. Her caramel coffee had gone cold.
She briefly considered getting another drink. Should she? Maybe not, she was almost done with the story; it was probably best to just finish it and head back to the dorms. Tiffany nodded at the screen of her trusty little laptop.
It dawned on her.
The glittering cobalt of the sea, the faint, muted musk of the dying embers, even the subtle touch of the passing breeze – it was brief, it was fleeting, it was fading quickly. And none of it would remain after the night had slipped away.
It was all she could do to
She squinted at the screen before looking up. “Hmm? Oh, Yuri?”
“Hi!” Yuri grinned down at her. “What’s up?”
Tiffany jerked her chin at the laptop. “This.”
“What is it? Oh, is this your next story?”
Yuri nodded approvingly. “Good. I like this, Tiffany. You work fast.”
“Well, my boss is very demanding, you know.”
“Hey, I’m not your boss! Just your editor.”
“But you tell me what to do,” said Tiffany, raising her eyebrows. “So that makes you my boss.”
Yuri sighed. “Kyuhyun said that since he’s graduating soon, he’s got a lot to sort out, so it’d be best if we could get your story in by the end of this week.”
“That’s fine with me. I’m almost done, anyway.”
“Good. When you’re finished, just email it to me as usual, okay?”
“Oh, by the way, did you read the comments about your last story?”
“Comments?” Tiffany blinked. “There were comments?”
Yuri frowned at her. “You didn’t see? On Facebook?”
“Oh, Facebook. I don’t really go on Facebook that often. What did the comments say?”
“Well, they were mostly very positive, and they seemed to want you to continue it somewhere.”
Tiffany smiled, looking at her screen. “Well, it’s not called a short story for nothing. I never plan to continue my stories.”
“That’s what I told them.” Yuri grinned. “So, yeah, no pressure or anything, but you’re got a whole lot of people waiting for this piece to come out. Better make it good.”
Tiffany looked pointedly at Yuri. “Do you want me to work on this now or continue to bicker with you?”
“Work. Work is good.” Yuri picked up the drink on the table and took a sip. “Oh my gosh, what the heck are you drinking? Need help. Oh my. Ew. Okay, so while I go save my tastebuds, you keep writing, okay?”
“Yes, Boss.” Tiffany laughed as Yuri ran off, then returned to her story.
By the end of this week? Of course she could do it. Tiffany Hwang was Tiffany Hwang, after all.