Y/n's POV
When there is a knock on the door, everyone turns their heads, their smiles disappearing, vaporising into the awkward silence that suddenly stills between us. Namgi composes himself and strides over to the door, his feet pounding against the carpeted floor as he walks.
He pulls the door open confidently and three staff members make their way into the room, bringing an air of business. One is holding a clipboard with the other two trailing behind, one looking snobby, her nose turned up and eyes scanning me with judgement and the other girl looking at the floor bashfully, her eyes refusing to glance up at any of us, her shy demeanour instantly making me want to make her comfortable.
Silent in anticipation, we wait for words to spill out of any of their mouths. After a prolonged pause, the one with the clipboard speaks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and clutching the clipboard to her chest professionally.