The small group was talking, busy pouring over large drawing tablets and a laptop spread over two tables that were put together. The three women were laughing and sketching, complimenting and critiquing each other's work. The small café seemed somehow brighter with them in it, the sun pouring through the large windows lightening up what they brought in.

"Eh, Im Meahri," called Lee Jeong Rok from behind the counter, "are you going to just sit there all day without buying anything else?"

Meahri glared at him. "Leave us alone, Oppa, or I'm going to tell Park Min Sook Unni what you were really doing on Thursday night."

"Eh, Im Meahri," called Jeong Rok, eyes wide, expression panicked, but the younger woman ignored him and turned to her friends.

"Is something wrong with the Ahjusshi?" asked Han Mi Young glancing back at the counter and then back at her.

"With that Oppa?" Meahri said with a snicker not looking up. "No. He's just like that."

"Oppa?" asked Park Eun Hye eyeing him before turning back to her friend.

"Oppa," said Meahri nodding. "He's my brother's friend." She looked up at the girls. "Don't worry about him too much. His wife owns the building."

"The whole building?" Mi Young asked her eyes wide.

With a smile, Meahri inched closer to her and whispered conspiratorially, "The whole block." Eun Hye and Mi Young gasped sending Meahri into a fit of giggles.

"This building is huge," let out Mi Young in awe, "let alone the whole block."

"There are so many floors," echoed Eun Hye. "In here alone there's a café, construction offices, an insurance company, a broadcasting company, and a coffee shop."

"And a law office," added Meahri.

"And a law office," repeated Mi Young. She turned to Eun Hye. "Isn't that where your mom went for her divorce?"

"Hmm," agreed Eun Hye. "Both times. I think she goes because she likes the lawyer. What's his name? Choi? He's cute."

"Hey, are we here to work or gossip?" asked Meahri scowling. "We need to finish this design by tomorrow."

"Okay, Okay," said Eun Hye, turning her attention back to her work. "Professor Ahn will be upset if this doesn't come out right."

"Ahh," sighed Mi Young, still dreaming. "Can you imagine being married to a lawyer?"

"Work," Meahri snapped at her.

An hour later, the three girls were still busy looking at their drawings, bickering over the design, and then suddenly laughing when someone made an inane comment. Lee Jeong Rok heard them gossiping too although he knew Im Meahri would never admit it. She was determined to work hard to become a designer, and he had to admit she was putting her all into it. The classes she was taking at the university and the slightly younger girls she worked with all played their part in helping Meahri grow.

"How's she doing?" asked a voice suddenly from the other side of the counter.

"Hey," let Jeong Rok. "Your wife's been sitting there for three hours and hasn't ordered anything in the last two."

Choi Yoon shook his head at the other man. "Leave my wife alone. Do you want me to tell your wife what you were doing last Thursday?"

"Why is everyone so worried about it? I was just giving the lady directions."

"You were flirting," Yoon told him matter-of-factly, his eyes on Meahri.

"Was not."

Yoon turned to him. "Then why did she laugh so much and speak informally?"

"I don't know. She was a weird woman. Why don't you ask her?"

"I will. What's her name?"

"Suh Ae Ra," Jeong Rok said unthinking.

Yoon's eyebrows shot up and he gave his friend a once over. "Hey, do we need to reset your phone again?" he scolded.

Jeong Rok gave a panicked look before turning and saying loudly, "Meahri, Yoon's here."

"Oppa," let out Meahri with a smile, waving to him. He waved back and smiled shyly before she turned to pick her things up.

"Oppa?" asked Mi Young. "He's cute."

"Is that Ahjusshi another one of your brother's friends?" asked Eun Hye.

Meahri laughed as Yoon walked over and stood up, swinging her purse over her shoulder. "Yeabol (Honey)," she exclaimed, linking her arm through his.

"Yeabol?" echoed Mi Young.

"This is my husband, Choi Yoon," she introduced.

After the initial hellos were said, Eun Hye gaped in surprise. "Lawyer? Im Meahri you didn't tell us you were married."

"Hmm. Over a year now. Yeabol, are you ready to go home?"

"Hmm," replied Yoon, leading her out the door with a wave to Jeong Rok. When the couple was safely outside the building, Park Eun Hye and Han Mi Young turned to each other and let out deep breaths.

"Wasn't that the lawyer you mentioned earlier?" asked Mi Young.

"Uh-huh."

"The one you said was cute?"

"Uh-huh."

"The one you said your mother liked."

"Uh-huh," gulped Eun Hye.

"That's Im Meahri's husband?" continued Park Mi Young.

"Yes," said Eun Hye finding her voice. "But he must be at least fifteen years older than her."

"At least," echoed the other girl. "Seems kind of romantic though doesn't it?"

Meahri was giggling as they drove home, making her husband give her sideways glances. "What's wrong?" he finally asked.

"It's nothing," sputtered Meahri. "Really."

"Tell me," insisted Yoon.

"You're not going to like it."

Yoon sighed heavily. "All the more reason for me to hear it."

"Well…Park Eun Hye's mom likes you."

"Her Mom?" let out Yoon, his pitch becoming higher.

"Apparently you handled two of her divorces."

Yoon was silent for a moment before he groaned. "No. Not Moon Mae Ri with the botox and short dresses."

Meahri giggled some more let out an "And…"

"And?" prompted Yoon impatiently.

"And Mi Young thought you were cute."

Yoon's face turned red and Meahri laughed a little. "It doesn't bother you, does it?" he asked quietly.

"They were trying to imagine what it would be like to be a lawyer's wife. What should I tell them? That you come home late, meet with clients at strange hours, spend more time with my Oppa and Do Jin Oppa and their legal problems than with me?" Meahri looked at him innocently, eyes wide.

"You could say that I make you breakfast, make sure you get enough sleep, and make the bed."

"Hmm," said Meahri as Yoon pulled into the parking spot in their building's garage.

"Are you mad at something I said?" asked Yoon questioning her silence. He put the car in park and turned off the ignition before turning her.

Meahri pursed her lips before suddenly turning to and giving him a kiss on the cheek. She let out a bright "I love you," with a smile before jumping out of the car, leaving Yoon to touch his cheek in surprise.