Jihoon barely gave the conversation from the previous night a second thought.

Jiwon flirted with someone new every ten business days—faster during holidays—so when his friend mentioned “Arini something”, Jihoon mentally filed it under Not Important and moved on.

Numbers mattered.

Design flaws mattered.

People rarely did.

He stepped into his morning meeting with a detached calm, unaware that the woman whose name he’d dismissed was downstairs preparing to cause a storm in the project department.

---

Arini’s day began with a steaming cup of coffee, an agenda full of back-to-back meetings, and a determination to prove she deserved her seat at the table.

The renovation project briefing was supposed to be quick.

Review. Discuss. Adjust. Move forward.

It lasted ten minutes before someone raised their voice.

Not Arini.

Mr. Kang—the head project manager—slammed a folder on the table so dramatically that Mina flinched.

“I’ve been handling hotel renovations for fifteen years,” he snapped. “And now a consultant wants to lecture me on layout flow?”

Arini inhaled slowly.

Exhaled slower.

She opened the folder again and rotated it toward him.

“Sir, this layout will bottleneck the buffet line. You’ll have a twenty-minute wait time during breakfast peak.” Her tone was steady, almost annoyingly calm. “Also, your signage direction leads guests to the staff pantry instead of the restrooms.”

A pause.

A long, humbling pause.

Hyunwoo bit back a laugh.

Mina covered hers with a cough.

Mr. Kang’s face turned three shades of embarrassed.

“We… will revise,” he muttered.

“Of course,” Arini said politely, as if she hadn’t just drop-kicked his ego into the recycling bin.

---

After the meeting, Jiwon casually strolled up to her desk with a grin that suggested trouble or flirting—usually both.

“You were amazing in there,” he said, leaning on her cubicle. “Seriously. That calm-slap-with-facts thing you did? Very attractive.”

She blinked. “Attractive?”

“As in… admirable,” he recovered, though his smile betrayed him.

Arini simply nodded and returned to typing, interpreting it as professional praise.

The team watched this like it was a live drama.

“Was that flirting?” Youngmi whispered.

“He sends signals like a Wi-Fi router,” Mina muttered.

“And she still doesn’t get the connection,” Hyunwoo sighed.

---

At 3 PM, a man in a suit walked in holding a bouquet so large it blocked half his torso.

“For Ms. Arini Singh?”

Arini froze mid-keystroke.

“For… me?”

The bouquet was fancy. Imported roses. Perfectly arranged. Definitely expensive.

She read the card:

You deserve something beautiful after destroying a man with bullet-point precision.

—J

Her eyes widened.

“Oh no. He felt bad about that meeting,” she mumbled, sincerely believing Jiwon was apologizing for Mr. Kang’s embarrassment.

The office erupted in muffled squeals.

“HE IS IN LOVE.”

“He actually ordered flowers—expensive ones!”

“Arini, please, he’s basically standing outside your emotional door with a boombox.”

She stared at the bouquet thoughtfully.

“That’s so sweet of him,” she said.

The team leaned forward eagerly.

“…but I really don’t have space for this on my desk.”

She handed it to Mina.

“Put it in the break room? It’ll brighten the place.”

Mina nearly passed out.

---

On the top floor, Jihoon reviewed reports with zero interest in Arini Singh, unaware that his best friend was sending floral SOS signals she kept ejecting into public spaces.

But soon—very soon—her calm confidence would collide with his rigid world.

Just not today.

Today, she was too busy fixing the hotel.

And ignoring a man who was very clearly trying to flirt with her.