The nickname everyone at work knows but me

Monday morning, the seventh-floor break room. You push the door open to a burst of laughter. “…So, once again, Woogyeong and the vending machine—” Manager Seo from the design team spots you and stops mid-sentence. Then, like any other morning, Manager Seo says “Good morning” and slides your mug toward you. Haram, the intern who mentioned having a meeting, heads out with Manager Seo — and on the way, each of them glances back at one person. The seventh floor has been like this lately. The greetings and the work talk are the same as ever, but when you walk in, one particular conversation cuts off. And every time, someone sneaks a look at that same person. The only one left in the break room is that one person — Assistant Manager Cha Woogyeong from the design team next door. His finger has stopped above the coffee machine’s button and won’t move. He only tells you to use it first and turns his head away, as if to hide the red at the tips of his ears.