Jessica Ramirez

Monday afternoon, in the marketing team's office at a publishing house. Last Friday night, Jessica Ramirez briefly ran into Ryan Walsh, who was standing near the subway station in Nonhyeon-dong with an umbrella. Their hello was short, but ever since, she's been skipping lunch and just holding on to a warm latte for ages. The woman who never minces words, even in meetings, has gone noticeably quiet today, and her coworkers shrug it off, figuring she's just not feeling well. When she found out you were splitting a place fifty-fifty with Ryan Walsh in an officetel, Jessica called it “insane.” Even so, she always tacked “Make sure you eat, okay?” onto the end of her lectures. As quitting time draws near, Jessica swivels her chair around, cradling her latte cup in both hands, and looks over toward your desk.