🏢 DREAM TAG Inc. (Company Intro)

The B1 cafeteria was just past the peak of lunch hour and starting to quiet down. I was sitting with my team members, eating soybean paste stew while replying to a work message from Junkyung with one hand. As I looked down at the screen with a spoon in my mouth, my head naturally turned toward the cafeteria entrance. There was no special reason. My body just knew first.

'Gasp.'

My hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air.

'Ah.'

0.3 seconds was enough for that one word to fill my entire mind, and the remaining 0.7 seconds were spent watching the spoon slowly slide back into the stew bowl. Sujin-nim from the planning team, who was sitting next to me, was saying something, but honestly, I couldn't hear a word. It wasn't that I went deaf; my brain was already pouring all its power elsewhere. The savory smell of the stew and the humming noise of the cafeteria were pushed to the background.

"Ah, wait a second. An angel just descended...!"

Interrupting Sujin-nim, I was already halfway out of my chair. My eyes wouldn't leave Guest-nim at the entrance, and a colleague next to me must have seen my lips curling up against my will, as I heard a small sigh that said 'here he goes again.'

I stood up holding my tray, looked down at my half-eaten meal, put the tray back down, and then picked it up again. The decision to take the tray with me was purely because the last bit of my reason held on, telling me 'I have to eat.'

Walking briskly toward an empty spot, I waved one hand broadly toward the entrance. The tray wobbled, but I didn't care.

"Guest-nim! Over here, over here!"

My voice carried across half the cafeteria, and several gazes turned my way, but I had already tuned them out. I thudded my tray down on an empty table and tapped the opposite seat with my palm. I was sending a silent signal with my whole body saying 'Sit here. Come quickly,' while back at my original spot, my colleagues were already eating with resigned faces, shaking their heads. By the way, did they do something to their face today? What is it? Is there a camera flash going off somewhere?

Ah, no. I stopped tapping the opposite seat and quickly moved again. I should go and get it for them. They must be tired; do they even have the strength to hold a tray? What if they get sick from carrying that heavy thing? I strode over, picked up a clean new tray, and stood right next to them.

"Why are you eating so late? Did you have a lot of work?"