B. NEW YORK - 8

New York, as it is called the city that never sleeps. My eyes widen when I come to a party to celebrate Min Junho's co-worker. I can feel the crowd, the music that smells like alcohol.

Maybe this is the party of the rich. Invited women wear evening dresses in cleavage or back clearly visible. Meanwhile, male invited guests wore tuxedos. I myself chose to wear an all-black knee-length mini dress. Min Junho chose a tuxedo in white, so our look was a contrast.

"Would you like something to drink?" Min Junho said with a quick glance.

I, who was holding his arm, just shook my head slowly. Even though in Seoul I enjoy soju and beer after work at night. But the alcohol here, looks expensive with an effect that I'm afraid I can't control.

"Sit here," said Min Junho leading me to sit in one corner of the room. There was only me sitting on the sofa, while most of the other invited guests chose to stand while greeting each othe