“You want me to practice smiling? Who do you think I am, an actor?”
“N-no, it’s just that you hardly ever smile....”
“And what exactly would I gain from smiling?”
“A better image, maybe?”
“No. Smiling makes people think I’m a pushover.”
“...I don’t think anyone would see you that way just because you smile often.”
“What did you say?”
“I mean, even if you smiled, no one would see you as a pushover... Sir.”
Yueul shrank back. Even when Wooheon was just standing there, he exuded the aura of a snake.
No, in fact, he was scarier than a snake. A black mamba might have its moments of being cute, but Wooheon was more like a sleek, lethal black panther.
No one would dare see Wooheon as weak, nor even have the idea that he might be a pushover just because he smiled.
Unlike Yueul, the petty weasel.
“...And what’s this? Asking people how their weekend was? Why should I even care about that?”
“Well... It could help you start a natural, non-work-related conversation...?”
