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| '''Scene 1: Camp Site''' | | |story1Summary=Celestine takes all of Themis Law Firm on a company retreat in the mountains. Because Artem spent the drive working, the rest of the staff followed suit, and they emerge at the retreat grounds severely carsick. Celestine leaves the MC under Artem's care while she takes the rest of the staff to pick produce for the night's dinner. |
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| After a five-hour ride, the tour buses park side-by-side next to a beautiful and open green field.
| | |story2Summary=Artem goes fishing for the evening's dinner and takes the MC along, foraging some wild fruits and nuts on the way while discussing rural life and relaxation methods. Artem quickly catches a large fish as the MC recovers from her sickness. |
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| Our location for the company retreat has country vibes with green hills and misty mountains in the distance.
| | |story3Summary=After catching more fish, the two return to camp; the MC offers to clean and prepare the fish since Artem caught it, assuming that he's too busy to know how to cook. He wows her with his culinary skill while reassuring her that she shouldn't feel inadequate if she doesn't meet the expectations of her gender, as she's excellent in other ways. |
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| However, no one is in the mood to enjoy the scenery after getting off the bus...
| | |story4Summary=As the rest of Themis returns to camp, Artem and the MC grill their food for everyone to share. Artem urges the MC to bring the prepared food to her colleagues rather than call them over, because they can't relax around him. When she does, she finds her colleages heavily belittling themselves in comparison to Artem, and she brings everyone together to get more comfortable with each other. |
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| Colleague A: Pukes...
| | |story5Summary=The staff of Themis quickly warms to Artem's cooking. The MC tries some unconventional combinations on skewers that don't go over well, but Artem helps her improve them and try new combinations, all of which impress the staff. |
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| Colleague B: Wheezes!
| | |story6Summary=Back at the office, the staff of Themis greets Artem warmly only to be chastised for recent mistakes in their work, undoing much of the goodwill he'd earned on the retreat. In Artem's office, Celestine praises Artem's progress with the MC. |
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| A bus full of people got car sick. People scramble to move their luggage away and retrieve stools so that the ill can sit and rest.
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| | {{Background location|name=Campsite|location=Retreat Grounds|image=Misc Location - Campsite (Day).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Woods|location=Retreat Grounds|image=Woods - Day.png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Campsite|location=Retreat Grounds|image=Misc Location - Campsite (Night).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Public Workspace|location=Themis Law Firm|image=Themis Law Firm - Office (Day).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=|location=Themis Law Firm|image=Themis Law Firm - Artem's Office (Day).png}} |
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| Kiki quickly sets down a folding chair for you. | | |storyCharacters= |
| | {{Character|name=Artem Wing|image=Artem character icon 2.png}} |
| | {{Character|name=Artem Wing|image=Artem character icon 1.png}} |
| | {{Character|name=Celestine Taylor|image=Celestine Taylor character icon.png}} |
| | {{Character|name=Kiki Bennet|image=Kiki Bennet character icon.png}} |
| | {{Character|name=Colleague A|image=Passerby F2 character icon.png|nolink=true}} |
| | {{Character|name=Colleague B|image=Passerby M1 character icon.png|nolink=true}} |
| | {{Character|name=Colleague C|image=Passerby M1 character icon.png|nolink=true}} |
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Ugh...!
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| You hold your chest as you tried to hold off the urge to vomit. You can hear someone growling from the back. | | |textMessage1Title=Sweet and Sour Pork |
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| | {{SL|You|Mr. Wing, can you teach me how to make sweet and sour ribs?}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Why are you asking about that all of a sudden?}} |
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| | |choice1=I want to learn to cook |
| | |script1={{SL|You|I want to learn how to cook!}} |
| | {{SL|You|Can you teach me your best dish?}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Of course. It's an easy dish to make.}} |
| | |choice2=I want to show off |
| | |script2={{SL|You|I want to learn how to cook, so that I can show off to my friends!}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Sure. It's an easy dish to make.}} |
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| | {{SL|Artem|I believe you'll be able to learn just by watching.}} |
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| | |choice1=Can't control the temperature |
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| | {{SL|You|It's that easy? I'm afraid I won't be able to control the temperature well.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Don't worry. It's not hard.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I will show you how to do it step-by-step.}} |
| | |choice2=Knife work is hard |
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| | {{SL|You|But, I heard that it's hard to learn how to use a knife, so I never really tried...}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Don't worry. You'll be fine with a little practice.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I will slowly demonstrate it for you to see.}} |
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| | |choice1=What if it's bad... |
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| | {{SL|You|Don't give up on me if it turns out bad...}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Don't underestimate yourself.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I believe you will do a great job if you put your mind to it}} |
| | |choice2=I will give it everything I've got |
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| | {{SL|You|I'm ready to give my best!!}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|This isn't a mock exam. Take it easy.}} |
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| | {{SL|Artem|I'm looking forward to trying it.}} |
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| | |choice1=Get feedback |
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| | {{SL|You|Then, you'll have to give me some feedback on the sweet and sour ribs I make.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I will be serious with my feedback.}} |
| | |choice2=Practice more |
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| | {{SL|You|Then... I guess I'll practice some more...}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Relax...}} |
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| | {{SL|Artem|I'm sure your cooking will taste amazing.}} |
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' I can't believe you! This is what happens when I put you in charge of the bus! Everyone got car sick! | | |textMessage2Title=Specialty Dish |
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| | {{SL|You|I didn't expect you to be such a great cook.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I'm not. I only know bit about it here and there.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Where did that come from?}} |
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| | |choice1=I miss your cooking |
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| | {{SL|You|I've been thinking about your cooking ever since the company retreat.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|If you like my cooking, I can cook for you again some other time.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I'll show you my best dishes.}} |
| | |choice2=I'm just curious |
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| | {{SL|You|I'm just curious about who taught you to cook.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|My mentor, Professor Neil Hume, taught me to cook.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|After I moved out, I devoted more time to it so that I could eat healthily.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|He also taught me my best dish. Are you... interested to try?}} |
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| | |choice1=Is it Western? |
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| | {{SL|You|Let me guess... Is it steak?}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Close. It's sweet and sour ribs.}} |
| | |choice2=Is it Chinese? |
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| | {{SL|You|You look like someone who likes Chinese food! Am I right?}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I'm amazed. It's sweet and sour ribs.}} |
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| | {{SL|Artem|I really enjoy it so I make it often. Over time, it became my best dish.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|How about you? Do you like it?}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I mean, sweet and sour dishes in general.}} |
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| | |choice1=I like it sweet |
| | |script1={{SL|You|Yeah, I like food that's a little sweet.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Good. I didn't expect our tastes to be so similar.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Then, this weekend...}} |
| | |choice2=I like it salty |
| | |script2={{SL|You|Actually, I like food that's a little on the saltier side.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I can make most homestyle dishes. Pick whatever you like.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|If you're free this weekend, why don't we...}} |
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| | |choice1=Definitely |
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| | {{SL|You|Wow, I get to have it this weekend?}} |
| | {{SL|You|Count me in! How's Saturday?}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Saturday is good. I'll pick you up.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|We can also go to the grocery store to pick up other things as well.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I'm happy to cook for you.}} |
| | |choice2=I need to overtime |
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| | {{SL|You|Oh... but I have to work this weekend...}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|How about this? I'll prepare the dishes at home, then bring them over to the office.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|You only ever order junk food when left to your own devices.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Don't be in such a hurry to refuse. We're partners. It's my responsibility to take care of you.}} |
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' Why were you even working on the bus? Do you think your partner will do nothing? Did you really think the others wouldn't follow suit?
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' The mountain roads are enough to make anyone sick! Staring at their laptops only made it worse!
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| Hearing that, you hold onto the tree, attempting to stand up in a hurry.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... Celestine... That's not what happened...
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| Soon after leaving the firm, Artem received a call and immediately pulled out his laptop and began to work.
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| Everyone became tense upon seeing him enter work mode. Everyone ceased everything, afraid of making a noise that might disturb him.
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| It was too awkward to just watch him work, so you pulled out your laptop too, which started the chain reaction.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... So... that's why everyone... Pukes!
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' Okay okay, stop talking!
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| Celestine quickly run over and sits you down. Then, she glares fiercely at Artem.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' It's still your fault! If you didn't start, no one would've followed!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... You're right.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I should have been more aware of my actions since they could affect the employees. I'm very sorry.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Then I am responsible too! I was the one that started the chain reaction...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' As an adult, I should make my own judgments and be able to take care of myself.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' So, Celestine, regarding today's incident, I also share 50%... Pukes!
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' ...
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| Perhaps it was the dramatic ending to your act that finally puts a smile on Celestine's face.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' Forget it. Leaving a workaholic like you in charge of the entire bus was a bad decision. I am responsible too.
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| Celestine looks across the grass field at her car sick colleagues. Some had recovered and were walking about slowly.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' How about this? I'll bring the others to a farm nearby to pick some fruits and vegetables.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' MC is in pretty bad shape, so you stay here and take care of her.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But...
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' You should rest. When you're ready, head over to the stream nearby. Maybe you can catch a fish for dinner!
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| Celestine laughs as she pats your back. Then, she leads a large group of your colleagues towards the farm.
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| Suddenly, you and Artem are alone.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Wait for me here.
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| Artem looks for something in the car for a while and returns with a cup of water.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sniff this first.
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| Artem holds the freshly-cut ginger up to your nose. The spicy smell goes straight to your head.
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| The smell instantly clears your head and you feel much better.
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| As Artem hands you the cup, you can see the steam wafting from it. It smells faintly of vinegar.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I added some vinegar. It'll help with the car sickness.
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| You reach out to take the cup, but Artem holds onto it.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'll hold it. Just drink.
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| With no energy to fight back, you slowly sip from the cup as Artem holds it.
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| The feeling of car sickness fades as the warm water with a little vinegar soothes your stomach.
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| {{tab/header|Story 2}}
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| '''Scene 1: Woods'''
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Are you sure you're okay? I can go fishing by myself.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm okay, I'm okay! I'm feeling much better! It'll be good for my body if I walk and get some fresh air!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Look, Artem! A chestnut!
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| You use two branches to form a chopstick to pick up the urchin-like burr.
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| You show Artem the crack in the shell, revealing two chestnuts within.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I always thought that chestnuts grew on trees like apples and peaches.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It wasn't until I watched a video recently that I learned chestnuts have a furry shell.
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| While you are looking for other chestnuts, you spot various fruits on trees and vines in the distance.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Melons and dates!
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| You run excitedly over to the trees, jumping a couple of times in an attempt to reach the fruits. Frustrated, you finally gave up.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... Why did it grow so tall...
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| A pair of hands reach over your head. Artem picks them with ease and places them in your fish basket, carrying it in your stead.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I didn't know you know so much about wild fruits. These are pretty rare ones.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I couldn't tell the difference until recently. I follow a video blogger that shares about rural food and life.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The video blogger often posts about going into the mountains to pick wild vegetables, which he then turns into delicious food.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You're interested in rural lifestyle?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yes. Especially when I'm exhausted from work.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Seeing the beautiful Arcadia-like places in the videos and the poetic way of living relaxes me.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I would even sometimes daydream about renting a place there if I can afford it. One with a garden and an ocean view.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What about you? Have you ever considered changing your lifestyle?
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| You regret it almost immediately. Artem, who works even on vacation, probably doesn't get tired, much less than want to change his lifestyle.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I haven't thought about changing careers, if that's what you mean.
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| It's just as you thought...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' But, I like to watch movies and take leisurely drives to relax.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Eh? You also feel the need to relax?
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| Oh crap... you accidentally said that out loud!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... Looks like you have quite the misunderstanding about me.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I like my job, but that doesn't mean I don't get tired.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I do relax after having solved a big case, or if a case is particularly difficult and I can't find a headway.
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| Artem and you arrive at the stream and Artem finds a shaded spot under a tree.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Let's fish here.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Okay, then I'll wash the wild fruits!
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| You crouch beside Artem and place the fruit-filled fishing basket into the stream, planning to grab a small melon.
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| As you pick up a melon, you feel a tickling sensation on your fingertips. You flip your hand over...
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| And you see a black furry caterpillar, about as thick as your finger, crawling up your hand.
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| Seconds feel like minutes, or even an eternity, as your mind goes blank.
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| Huh? A scream? Yours? Probably... There's a distant sound that comes through the haze.
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| You cannot breathe or move. Petrified, you can only watch as the caterpillar inches its way up your arm.
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| Closer... Closer...
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| Finally, a hand appears and brushes the caterpillar off.
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| Then, he holds onto you tightly.
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| His embrace is strong yet gentle. The numbness slowly fades as you regain mobility big by big, starting from where he holds you.
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| The blood flow returns to your body. Your vision is clear once again.
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| It is only then that you realize that you are leaning heavily against Artem's chest.
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| While holding onto you, Artem squats by the stream, washing your arm.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There. All clean.
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| He stares at you, his face mere inches away. A familiar woody scent burns into your nose.
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| You can hear a pounding heartbeat through the thin jacket. Yours? His?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| Clatter! The fishing rod Artem had left on the ground jerks upwards.
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| You also "jump" up from Artem's arms, jolting along with it.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' A... a bite!
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| You quickly try to pick up the fishing rod that he'd left on the ground earlier, but it slips within your grip.
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| The wet fishing rod is hard to grasp, and the fish on the line is fighting for its life. You can't hold one.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Calm down.
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| Artem grabs it, stabilizing the fishing rod that was shaking violently.
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| Artem allows the fish to splash around freely. As it slows down, Artem begins reeling it in.
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| As the huge fish is pulled from the water, the water splashes to form a small rainbow under the sun.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You're amazing, Artem! Such a huge fish, with such ease!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You need to be calm when fishing. The action of lifting the rod and the timing of reeling it in is important.
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| While talking, Artem begins to reel in the fishing line.
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| Suddenly, the fish, as if realizing its imminent death, thrashes around wildly, slipping into the water.
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| The fishing rod bends deep towards the water and the line taut, as the fish fights for its life.
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| Calmly, Artem holds the rod firmly upright. You can clearly see the strong and well-defined muscles of his arms.
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| The fish finally tires itself out.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There.
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| Artem removes the hook from the fish and places it in the basket.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There are many factors to consider when fishing, including the breed of fish, water depth, lure type, and seasons.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I didn't know that there were so many things you have to pay attention to when it comes to fishing.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sorry, this is probably a boring topic.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Not at all! I feel as if I've opened the door to a whole new world. It's interesting!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm just a little envious, watching from the sidelines...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I can teach you in the future if you want.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Not today?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You've had a rough morning on top of the initial car sickness. Rest for now.
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| Yeah, fate seems intent on keeping you on your feet at all times this fine morning...
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| You sigh as you feel the exhaustion spread throughout your body.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I guess I'll find a place to rest for a while...
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| You scan your surroundings and spot a clean and large rock, deep in the woods, that you could lean on.
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| You are suddenly pulled back just as you are about to head over.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What's wrong, Artem?
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| Artem loosens his grip on your wrist. He coughs lightly, ears bright red.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... I was just going to tell you not to stray too far away. if something were to happen, I'd be too far to help.
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| Recalling the incident just now, a chill runs down your spine. You nod as you sit down next to him.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You're right!
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| '''Scene 1: Camp Site'''
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| Time passes as Artem fills the fish basket. You walk back to the camp with Artem, but there's no one in sight.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Celestine called and said they'll be back in about two hours. We're free to do as we please until then.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Then, why don't we start preparing the food? The fish has to be marinated for a while before grilling for it to taste good.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Since you were responsible for catching fish, I'll take care of the killing.
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| With how busy he is, Artem definitely doesn't know how to cook.
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| Even though the fish vendor kills and cleans the fish when you buy it, it shouldn't be all that hard, right?
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| So, you and Artem set the tables and begin preparing the food.
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| While Artem organizes the ingredients and cooking utensils, you search online on how to deal with the fish.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It says to first knock the fish unconscious.
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| Smack!
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| You feel a sharp pain on your forehead the moment your pick up the fish.
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| With a strong whip of its tail, the huge 30-centimeter fish slaps you before flopping to the ground in an attempt to escape.
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| Artem looks at you in astonishment, probably because of the sheer loudness of the smack.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' How mean! You stop right there!
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| You push through the pain as you chase the fish. Thrashing everywhere, the slippery fish escapes your capture.
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| Seeing your struggle with the fish, Artem quickly walks over. The fish thrashes towards him.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, watch out! That fish likes smacking people...
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| Before you can even finish, Artem knocks the fish out with a clean hit from the hilt of the knife.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem... you know how to kill a fish?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't you...?
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| Smiling awkwardly, you try to change the topic, but you notice something off about the ingredients table...
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| On the right is a rack with five knives of various sizes. There is even a knife-sharpener and a pair of scissors.
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| On the left is a rack full of spatulas and spoons.
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| From the models and logo on the handles, it looks like all the cooking utensils are from the same maker.
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| In the middle of the ingredients table, there is a row of spice bottles and a set of colored cutting boards.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, what is all this?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Celestine told me that we were going to be doing our own cooking, so I brought some tools along.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You mean to say... that all of this... is yours?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Yes. But it's inconvenient for me to bring everything, so I only bought the ones I commonly use.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... You mean, there's more?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem... are you a master chef?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I just do some basic home cooking.
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| You scan the table again. The many cooking utensils, spice bottles, and cutting boards tell a different story.
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| Artem senses your doubt
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' When I first learned how to cook, I could only follow the step-by-step instructions in the cooking book.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I followed the cooking book down to a tee, everything from the knives, cutting board, spices, and ingredients.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Though I don't need to measure the spices anymore, I've retained the habit of using different cookware.
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| After saying that, Artem looks at the unconscious fish, then at you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Hmm... I think it'll be better if I take care of this fish.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Oh... okay.
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| You nod your head in shame.
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| Artem's swift movements with the knife puts you in awe of his skills. Soon, the fish is completely cleaned.
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| He slices the fish's body a couple more times before putting in a bunch of stuff you don't know.
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| You thought he was done, but Artem starts gently massaging the fish.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, are you massaging the fish?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Yes. This is to remove the fishy odor and to also make the fish more tasty.
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| Really? No wonder your fish doesn't taste all that good when you do grill it...
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| Seeing Artem's fluid movements, you have mixed feelings.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Are you bored?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... Ah?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I must be boring you since I don't know any trending topics to talk about. Sorry.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' No, no! I'm not bored at all!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm just... amazed by your culinary skills...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, you're always so busy with work, yet you can still find the time to cook... and you do it so well...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm clearly not as busy when compared to you... yet...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Do you think girls need to be good at cooking?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There's no need for that.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Huh?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' People cannot, and should not, be defined by their genders as to what they should be and what they can do.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' People are multi-faceted. There is more than one way to be excellent.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Your are excellent in your own way.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' No matter if it's being an attorney or being a girl.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| Artem's serious response to your casual complaint takes you by surprise.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Besides... if you can't cook, all's fine so long as you have someone else who can do it for you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, you will definitely make a great husband someday!
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| Artem suddenly drops the spice bottle in his hand. You reach out to catch it.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' !!!
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| That is when you realize what you just said. It was over the line, especially towards someone of the opposite gender!
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| Why did you blurt that out of all things? Quick! Change the topic!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Um... Artem! Can you teach me how to massage the fish!?
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| {{tab/header|Story 4}}
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| '''Scene 1: Camp Site'''
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| After you and Artem massage the fish for a good ten minutes. Artem uses tinfoil paper to wrap it up.
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| By the time you two are done, everyone has already returned to camp.
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| With everyone working together, all the preparations were quickly completed.
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| Artem's technique is as flawless as his prep work. Under his guidance, your fish looks edible as well.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It looks great? I've never cooked anything as good as this before!
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| After taste-testing the beef skewer you made, you rush over to Artem with your other beef skewer.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Master, have a taste. That way, you can better teach your apprentice!
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| You catch Artem glancing at the skewers waiting to be flipped. So you hold your beef skewer up to his mouth.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Hey...!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'll hold it for you. Have a bite.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Don't worry. I'll be careful. I won't drip oil on your shirt.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Come on, it won't be as nice once it gets cold!
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| At your urging, Artem finally lowers his head and takes a bite of the beef skewer.
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| His face is a little red from the heat of the burning charcoal. His lips, stained with oil from the beef, glistens in the light.
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| Feeling your cheeks heat up from being exposed to the charcoal fire, your hurriedly move your face further away from it.
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| Is this what they mean by, "Men who can cook are especially handsome"...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Ah, Artem, the tomatoes! The tomatoes are burning!
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| Artem quickly takes the tomatoes off the grill and seasons them to perfection.
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| Afterward, with your combined efforts, the first batch of sizzlingly delicious skewers was ready.
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| You look around the camp. Everyone was either huddled around the corner grill or taking a leisurely walk.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Are their noses not working? It smells so delicious here.
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| You prepare to call them over, but Artem stops you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't call them over. Bring it to them.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Why? They're just talking amongst themselves now, so they didn't notice that the barbecue is ready.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' They'll come over when they hear it's done!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' What I mean is that there isn't any real need for them to come here.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Huh?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Everyone is nervous around me.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Whether as their senious or superior, my presence means they won't be able to relax.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The purpose of today's team building is for everyone to relax. This is the way for everyone to relax.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Bring the skewers over to them and talk with them for a while.
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| Artem begins to cook the next batch of skewers after helping you place the cooked skewers onto the place.
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| You walk over to the other grill.
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| Colleague A: Hey look, Mr. Wing is grilling.
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| Colleague B: Mr. Wing is a workaholic. He wouldn't know how to cook. It won't be any good, I'm sure!
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| Colleague A: He seems to know what he's doing. It smells fantastic, better than the grill shops. Maybe we should go over?
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| Colleague B: How about you go there yourself?
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| Colleague A: I can't! I made a mistake with an article of law in the report I turned in the day before. He'll scold me!
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| Colleague B: I can't either. There was a spelling error in the report I turned in yesterday.
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| Colleague C: Don't look at me... My report is already overdue... I haven't dared look at Mr. Wing all day...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Are you guys serious? It's just to grab some skewers. Why are you guys being so overly cautious?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Mr. Wing is normally strict, but he is more concerned with the matter more than the person. He's not a bad guy.
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| Colleague A: Of course I know what Mr. Wing is like! He's the reason I chose to work at Themis Law Firm. He's my idol!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Then why don't you take this opportunity to get to know your idol a little more?
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| Colleague A: Easy for you to say! Sigh... I'll be honest. I'm not afraid of him, I'm more afraid of how I'll act around him...
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| Colleague A: I want to show him the best side of me, but I always end up making a mistake. In the end, I can't face him.
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| Colleague B: Yeah! I used to think that I might have enough courage to talk to him if I improve enough one day...
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| Colleague B: But, he takes two steps for every step I do. So I still can't seem to approach Mr. Wing no matter how much I improve...
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| Colleague B: I used to think that I was a pretty good attorney, but everytime I see hin... Yeah, let's not talk about it.
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| Colleague C: Sigh. For us normal people, perhaps, the best way to get along with a genius is to appreciate them from a distance.
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| Listening to everyone makes your recall what Artem told you earlier. You didn't quite know how to respond.
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| Colleague C: How about you continue helping Mr. Wing do the skewer deliveries? You can help us convey our awe too.
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| Colleague A: Yeah, yeah! His skewers are fantastics! Can you get us some more?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| Foodies! Wait... Right!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Nope! I'm not some messenger! You can go get it yourself!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' See that? The next batch of delicious skewers is almost ready! If you don't go now, I'll eat them all myself! Humph!
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| Colleague A: Nooo! How cruel of you!
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| Colleague B: Wow! That's so cruel! You're going to get a stomachache from all the food!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Don't you guys know that women will develop a second stomach when eating delicious food?
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| Colleague C: Argh, you're forcing us to go over...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Nonsense! Mr. Wing's skewers are out of this world. It's more like... baiting!
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| Empty plate in hand, you hop briskly back to Artem's side while humming.
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| Soon, the second batch of skewers is ready.
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| Not waiting for Artem, you grab all the skewers and look back at everyone staring at you from a distance.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' What are you...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The purpose of this team building is for everyone to relax! Everyone. So that includes you too, Artem!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| With the other colleagues staring, you purposely eat the skewers slowly, relishing in each and every bite
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I refuse to believe you foodies will be able to refuse the temptation!
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| Soon, one of your colleagues succumbs to the temptation and heads over to you. Your plan worked!
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| Colleague A: Um... Mr. Wing... can I eat this skewer...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You...
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| Colleague A: Sorry! I'm so sorry! About that report last Friday, I know that...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... I was going to say that that skewer isn't ready yet.
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| Colleague A: Huh?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Have a lamb skewer first instead.
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| {{tab/header|Story 5}}
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| '''Scene 1: Camp Site'''
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| Seeing their colleague successfully get a skewer, the other colleagues gradually begin to swarm around Artem.
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| They'd all started out asking politely for the skewers, but it soon became an all-out battle for skewers!
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| Colleague A: Mr. Wing, please grill more chicken wings! Just five more!
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| Colleague B: Go away! You've already had more than enough! Mr. Wing, please grill more beef skewers!
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| Seeing everyone gather noisily around Artem, you couldn't help but feel a myriad of feelings...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Why won't anyone eat my beef pineapple skewers!?
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| With everyone scrambling to eat the delicious food, the meat soon ran out.
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| Seeing the fruits, you recall watching a video and made skewers from the leftover beef and pineapple.
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| With Artem busy grilling the last batch, you decide to grill the skewers yourself.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Kiki, try this beef pineapple skewer I made!
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| Kiki looks around and finds everyone long gone.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' Ugh... I'd rather not. Grilling meat and fruit together... feels like a rather bizarre combination.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What about sweet and sour pork? It's also meat cooked with fruit and that's delicious!
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' Sigh... I didn't want to say it because we're friends...
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' I know sweet and sour pork is good... I just...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Don't believe me?
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' You said it! I didn't say it!
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| Kiki ran away.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Hmph, I'll eat it myself.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Ew...
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| ... But that video blogger made it look so good...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| Artem grabs a beef pineapple skewer from you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Ah wait, Artem!, That's...
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| Kiki, an ever-curious foodie who is willing to try anything, wouldn't even try your skewer. Artem definitely...
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| Sure enough, it just as you expect. He frowns with a single bite of the beef.
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| But he ends up swallowing it before taking a bite of the pineapple.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It's okay if you spit it out... even I wanted to spit it out...
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| The difference between Artem's skewers and your own is like day and light, especially after having eaten his.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There's no issue with the combination. I think it's the seasoning.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Huh?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Switch to a neutral oil should make it work.
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| Artem collects the remaining beef pineapple skewers and brushes them evenly with unsalted butter before grilling them.
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| After a few minutes on the grill, the skewers are coated in a beautiful bronze glaze.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Try it.
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| You take the skewer and gently blow on it. With a careful bite...
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| The sourness in the pineapple was replaced with a soft sweetness. The tender meat bursts with flavor!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' So yummy!
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| You impatiently take a second bite.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Hot, hot, hot!
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| Artem softly laughs as he uncaps a water bottle and hands it to you. He then puts the remaining beef pineapple skewers on the grill.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' What else do you want to grill?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Fruits!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I saw online pictures of grilled pears, apples, and bananas! There were also peach pork, peach chicken, and apple sausages!
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| With Artem at the helm of the grill, you excitedly rattle off a long list of things that you've been wanting to try.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'll try.
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| Your colleagues swarm around Artem once they realize he's grilling again. To their dismay, it's all fruits.
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| But after hearing that it was Artem's idea to grill fruits and not yours, they muster the courage to give it a shot.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' Wow! The peaches, pineapples, and bananas are all delicious!
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| Colleague A: Give me another apple please!
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| Colleague B: Leave a banana for me...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Hey! Your attitudes changed away too fast!
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| You puff and your cheeks angrily at the nerve of them all. You hear a chuckle sound beside you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Heh.
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| The warm light of the bonfire softens Artem's cold features. A night of barbecue had dissipated his usual woody scent.
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| Behind him was the night sky, never-ending and full of stars.
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| He wasn't the top attorney that everyone kept away from right now, but a completely different person you've never seen before.
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| Surrounded by fire and smoke, with a smile that shines brighter than any of the surrounding flames.
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| You wonder if there will be more opportunities like this for you to learn more about Artem.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Thanks.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' For what? Team building is a rare opportunity for everyone to bond!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Are you free next Saturday? Want to come with me for a leisurely drive?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Huh?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... Think of it as my thanks for today?
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| It's another opportunity to get to know him better.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'd like that!
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| {{tab/header|Story 6}}
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| '''Scene 1: Public Workspace'''
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| The first day back after the team building, everyone was still stuck in the barbecue mood.
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| Colleague A: Who would have thought that Artem Wing would be so good at cooking?
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| Colleague B: Yeah, yeah! He even grilled me my favorite skewer and warned me that it was hot when handing it to me!
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' The most amazing thing, in my opinion, is how he made fruit skewers, as bizarre as it is, delicious! And he even ate it!
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' I always thought he was cold and distant, but he looked kind of cute when eating that bizarre dish!
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| Colleague A: Hahaha! I also noticed that he had the same expression as me when eating the grilled bananas!
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| Colleague B: Yeah! To think that he'll actually have the same reactions to us, ordinary folk, when eating skewers!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Were you expecting something different?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Honestly, how badly have all of you been misunderstanding Artem?
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| Speak of the devil, Artem walks by with a stack of documents.
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| Colleague A: Good morning, Mr. Wing. That's a lot of stuff you're holding there. Do you need help with those documents?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Good timing, you guys come over here.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There are some errors, in the documents you submitted last week.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Firstly, attorneys of your experience should not be making mistakes with the document format.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Secondly, citation of this law would be...
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| Artem points out all their mistakes in a calm but no-nonsense tone.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Please make a revised schedule according to your own workloads and hand it to me before noon.
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| Artem turns around and heads into his own office. A silence falls over the once cheery and lively office.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' ...Sobs...
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' It was a dream... I experienced a whole new world so beautiful last weekend... and now I'm back to reality
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Of... Of course not...
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| You tried so hard to change everyone's view on Artem, but it only lasted a week. There must be a better way!
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| You try your best to maintain your smile as you explain to everyone.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The team building was to help everyone relax. Artem has high demands only because he expects great things from us. of us all.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' His strict standards are all for our own good.
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| '''Scene 2: Artem's office'''
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| At the same time in Artem's office...
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' I thought the employees' impression of you would change completely after the team building.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' At least you made progress with the most important person.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' No wonder my Jeremy is always practicing his culinary skills. Men who can cook are indeed the most attractive.
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| Celestine leans gently against the office door to eavesdrop on the conversations outside.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' If you have so much free time, then maybe you can try thinking of how to persuade our witness to appear in court.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' There you go again! All you talk about is work! Do you even know how to have a conversation!?
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| A faint conversation comes through the door. Celestine ignores Artem and listens in. Even Artem stops typing...
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| '''Scene 3: Public Workspace'''
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' Yon don't seem afraid of Artem.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem is always strict, but that's only because he cares about everyone.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' Is that so...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' In those documents, he demands perfection, not only in word choice but punctuation as well...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But because of Artem's meticulous nature, we are always ready to face the judge and opposing counsel!
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' I guess so...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Right? Artem is also very dependable when we go on those company retreats.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' He's prepared for everything and anything. And he's great at cooking!
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' ... Did you forget how everyone got collectively car sick along the way?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But on the way back, Artem prepared ginger and warm vinegar water to help everyone with their car sickness!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' So, if Artem comes along, all we have to worry about is how to have fun and enjoy ourselves!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' So in the workplace, he's the best colleague. in conclusion, he's the best...
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| You bite your tongue. You came so close to saying "partner".
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet|Kiki Bennet]]:''' Best, what? Huh? Why's your face all red?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...T-The heater is so hot!
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| '''Scene 4: Artem's office'''
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| Celestine gently closes the door.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' Not bad! You've made good progress!
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| Artem sits at his computer and can't help but to facepalm, seemingly at a loss.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Go back to work.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor|Celestine Taylor]]:''' Honestly! Why do I even bother with you!
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| Celestine leaves. But what she didn't realize was that his hands had been positioned to cover his ears that had gone bright red.
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