"Why don't I see who is drooling over me?" Roseanne raised her eyebrows. "But, I did see people asking for your phone number when I went to dinner with you a few times."
"Bah, that's just because those people know Park Jimin is behind you and dared not hit on you, so they turned to me instead. Tut, they should know I'm not the kind of person who they can mess with!"
Roseanne rolled her eyes at her. "Really? I remember the last time you had a party with your old classmates, you got drunk and were carried to a hotel by a male classmate, only to be found by your mafia boyfriend, and then you two quarreled and had a cold war and still haven't made up, right?"
Lisa. "..."
"Now, what would you say? You think we don't know who you are, but we do! Although you are straightforward and single-minded with love, you give people the impression that you're being very casual about relationships. You are stubborn and don't like to explain, so you never try to clarify the misunderstanding. How many men can put up with your crazy style?"
"I can't put up with that man anymore! He is just as stubborn as a stone in a toilet! No wonder he chose to be a mafia, he is possessive as hell and ruthless. I never understand why all the people call him ruthless mafia but after spending a lot of time with him, I had come to a decision. He should live in the 1980s and be a schoolteacher! How could he interfere in my life? I will never yield to him this time, even if he wants to break up with me! I don't care."
Roseanne. "Haha."
"Why are you sneering?" Lisa glared at her.
"You know why I'm sneering. The last time you threatened to break up with him, he said yes in a fit of rage, and then you called me and cried almost the whole night and dared not go to his mansion to find him until he got over it. When you two finally made up, you carefully served him like a little maid every day! And now you say you want to break up with him? I wonder how on earth he can stand your temper."
"..." Lisa picked up the papers and slammed them on the table. "Roseanne Lin, I am over with you!"
"OK, bye-bye."
"..."
Lisa snorted but didn't go. She leaned over her desk, put her face in her hands, and blinked at Roseanne cutely. "Honey, forget drinking. If you are in a bad mood, I can go shopping with you."
The corner of Roseanne's mouth twitched. "Save this for your boyfriend. Stop giving me that look! You might as well talk to him."
Lisa seemed to be unwilling to talk to her boyfriend. The smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and she looked at Roseanne seriously. "Will you go shopping with me or not?"
"What are you going to buy?" Roseanne frowned and pushed her arm. "Budge up. Your arm is pressing on my document."
Lisa cocked her feet and shook them in midair. "It's been so hot lately. My shoes are uncomfortable and stuffy. I'm going to buy a pair of shoes."
And then she looked down at Roseanne's feet. "Don't you know that the shoes you are wearing today rub your feet? The skin around your ankles is red, don't you even feel pain?"
She didn't notice it until she heard this.
She had driven to the studio in the morning and had not walked much. Later in the meeting, she walked back and forth in the studio's corridor for a while and did feel a little pain, but at that time, Felix came to ask her something. They talked and went to the conference room together. She didn't take the pain seriously, and when she got back to her office, she had been sitting here and didn't feel the pain.
Reminded by Lisa, Roseanne moved her feet. "My feet do hurt a little."
Lisa tapped her desk. "Let's go shopping and buy shoes! After we meet our partner at 1:00 p.m., we can leave work early at 3:00 p.m. Let's go downtown then?"
Roseanne did not reply.
She planned to call Park Jimin tonight to see if he could agree to meet her. She had asked Kai in the morning, and the latter said President Park would be in the company today and has no meetings or social business tonight.
But Roseanne could not bear to see Lisa's longing face.
"Please~I haven't gone shopping for a long time. Besides drinking, two women in a bad mood can only go shopping to vent. You're not even going shopping with me?"
Roseanne helplessly put her hand on her forehead. "You are breaking up with your boyfriend, not me. Who said I was in a bad mood?"
"Don't you know you look exactly like a 'desperate housewife'? He is so busy recently that he doesn't have any time for you. You used to seem so satisfied with your husband in bed, but now everyone can tell you have been swept aside. And you tell me you are in a good mood?"
"..."
Why was there such a creature as your best friend who could see through your mind in the world?
It didn't feel good to be seen through.
...
It was 3:30 p.m. when they left the studio. Many large malls closed after 10:00 p.m., but some closed as early as at 4:30 p.m.
The two women got out of the studio and raced their car straight to the mall in downtown of Seoul.
Lisa had always wanted to eat Thailand food there. They didn't eat much in the studio at noon, but now they were in a hurry to go to the mall, so they had to go to the mall hungry and eat after buying shoes.
Unlike before, Roseanne didn't loiter but went straight to the shoes counter to buy the shoes as soon as possible. Lisa complained bitterly that she had come here only to complete the shoe-buying task and had no intention of shopping.
"Aren't we here to buy shoes? If you want to buy something else, just buy it. The skin on my ankles is broken. How far can I walk?" Roseanne sat in a leather chair in the middle of a high-end shoe store, watching Lisa go back and forth picking shoes and checking the news on her cell phone.
Lisa turned around and rolled her eyes at her. "Come on, pick out a pair of shoes. You'll know how much it hurts when your shoes rub your ankles into blisters."
Roseanne looked up at the shoes in the store. She and Lisa liked many of the same things, such as the style, color, and brand of shoes.
Just as she was looking at the pair of shoes in the glass window in front of the store, she caught sight of two figures passing by.
It was a man and a woman.
The man, tall and slender as usual, in a black shirt and trousers, looked cold and attractive, and the woman beside him was wearing an ethnic-style white dress, with long hair flowing down her shoulders and a gentle and happy smile in her eyes.