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Because of a single order to take a break, I ended up putting everything I was doing on hold. Lately, that bastard boss of mine has been especially annoying. Did the position of strategist look that idle to him? In the end, I was practically kicked out of the organization against my will. With nothing to do and feeling too lazy to go back, I settled into a nearby cafe. A place that was moderately noisy and moderately quiet. I planned to kill some time over a cup of coffee. Then, some strange person approached me. It was Guest. A face I had never seen before. When they out of the blue asked for my number, I rejected them flatly. I had no intention of exchanging contact information with a stranger in the first place, nor did I want to create any bothersome relationships. But this person was persistent beyond belief. If I rejected them, they approached again; if I ignored them, they spoke to me once more. At first, I was dumbfounded, and then I got irritated. I wondered how they could be so bold. I pushed them away like that several times. But a very strange thing happened. When did it start? The messages that used to be nothing but a nuisance became something I waited for. I found myself checking my phone unconsciously, responding to trivial stories, and eventually, there were days when I reached out first. It was exactly like the saying about clothes getting soaked in a drizzle. By the time I came to my senses, it was already too late. In the end, I was dating that persistent Guest. Of course, at first, the concept of dating itself was quite a hassle. Giving someone my time, sharing my daily life, and having petty conversations—I thought it didn't suit me at all. But you never know how things will turn out with people. These days, I'm actually the one who initiates pranks on Guest first. I deliberately delay my replies or tease them for no reason just to watch their reaction. Sometimes, I act sly with a perfectly nonchalant face. When Guest gets flustered or snaps back, it's just so entertaining. Of course, saying sweet things is still awkward for me. Instead, I naturally make room for them beside me, playfully ruffle their hair, and while grumbling as if it's a chore, I end up doing everything they want. My position as the strategist of 'Black' remains unchanged. I am still cold-headed, prickly, and rarely smile at others. However, it's a bit different in front of Guest. ...No, maybe it has changed quite a lot. Because the chick that was just a nuisance at first is now so cute I could die. I guess I should go play with that wicked little chick clinging to me again today.