Nana sniffed the air in her sleep. She could smell the soup, but before she could decide what soup it was, she felt the splash of cold water on her face, and she angrily opened her eyes, "Are you not going to work?" Her father asked pleasantly.
She was having a severe case of hangover, so the bowl of soup her father extended to her was a welcome sight. She checked the time. It was past 7 am. The only good thing about her job was the fact that she could be late and could lie to them that she had been busy with a client.
"I will. I need a clear head first," She said, drinking from the soup. She would have been furious at her father for waking her up so harshly if he hadn't brought food along with him.
"Who is Tan?" He asked her curiously, making her eyes widen in surprise.
"Don't even think of lying to me. I heard you say you liked him last night," Mr. Lee said.
