Key went inside the office space to hear noises coming from the workshop. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw a makeup-less Tiffany diligently cutting fabric. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing an old hoodie and sweatpants.
“Noona?” said Key hesitantly. He had never seen Tiffany in that state in all the years he’d known her. The woman always made a point to look presentable to people and they weren’t exactly close enough for him to be able to see her on a casual, non-work-related situation despite their partnership.