Who—Who am I? Do you not know me?

Buying clothes for Zoan was probably the easiest thing she could do. She only ever bought oversized sweaters, jackets, and loose pants. So that's exactly what she did, making sure she had enough comfortable sweaters for both home and outings.

"This looks cute," Zoan mumbled to herself as she admired a soft pastel yellow cardigan adorned with pastel purple flowers. The color yellow reminded her slightly of Jiho…

Should she buy it for her? Zoan thought. "She probably won't accept it… unless—I buy gifts for all of them," she realized, picking out another cardigan, this time pink for Jovi.

What about Ving? What would she like? Zoan frowned, pondering whether Ving would even wear a cardigan. She certainly didn't seem like the soft girl type.

Humming to herself, Zoan thought deeply.

Maybe she could skip buying anything for Ving—her eyes brightened at the idea, but then she slumped again, imagining Jiho and Jovi's reactions if she brought them gifts but had nothing for Ving.

Zoan clicked her tongue and sighed, rolling her eyes as she grabbed some blue socks nearby. Why socks? Well, Ving deserved at least that, right?

So socks it was. Zoan chuckled to herself. Socks as a gift—how original!

"This looks pretty; I like this headband," a familiar voice said, causing Zoan to halt. She turned to see Jiho. "Wha—Jiho?" Zoan mumbled, blinking in confusion as she watched Jovi rush up to Jiho, arms loaded with clothes.

"Jovi?" Zoan exclaimed incredulously. What were they doing? Were they all shopping together?

As she slowly approached them, she spotted Ving walking over as well, carrying a basket full of clothes. She wore a neutral expression, but it was clear she didn't want to be the one lugging everyone's purchases.

"Ving too?! Why didn't they ask me?" Zoan whined to herself, hiding behind a shelf with a pout, silently observing their conversation.

Jiho giggled at something Ving murmured, while Jovi laughed loudly, clapping her hands. Zoan's pout—I mean, frown—deepened as she watched them.

"These three… this is—this is mutiny!" Zoan mumbled in outrage, leaning away from her hiding spot and stalking up to them. And no, she was not stomping, nor was she pouting like an angry child.

She stopped behind Jiho, arms crossed. Ving's gaze shifted to her, surprised—perhaps startled—and she took a step closer, pulling Jiho away. "Who are you?" she asked, while Jiho and Jovi turned to Zoan in confusion.

Zoan let out an offended sound. "Who am I? What—" She nearly growled until Jiho's eyes widened. "You're that guy I saw with Sir Elias Porifera! You must be his secretary; I thought you were his son!" Jiho exclaimed excitedly, leaving Zoan blinking in confusion.

Elias's secretary? Son? What?

"Huh?" Zoan, Jovi, and even Ving echoed—though Ving's was much quieter—as they all stared at Jiho in bewilderment.

Jiho flushed at the sudden attention. "I—are you not Sir Elias's secretary? That—that handsome one?" she squealed, leaning away from Zoan, who let out a confused laugh while scratching her head.

She paused—her hair... She must look different right now. Her hands traveled to her glasses. She wasn't wearing her real ones because the last time she did, she accidentally broke them. Getting glasses as thick as your thumb was certainly costly and time-consuming.

So instead, Sol had given her dummy glasses that worked for her daily life but not for school, as they didn't help her see far away. "I—uh," Zoan stammered lamely, lowering her hands.

"So you really are the secretary! I—I'm Jiho! You probably know me already because my father was your boss's client, but—" Jiho babbled nervously, offering her hand.

Zoan numbly shook it. "Ah! So cool! You must be Zoan's close friend since you're her father's secretary! A friend of my friend is my friend! I'm Jovi! Nice to meet you!" Jovi exclaimed, shaking Zoan's hand a bit too excitedly, causing Zoan to let out a small grunt at the force before pulling her hand away.

Next was Ving, who squinted at her suspiciously. "Are you… an illegitimate child of Zoan's father, perhaps? You look a bit familiar," Ving murmured until Jovi slapped her back.

"Don't be rude! Be respectful to our elders!" Jovi whined, shaking Ving's shoulders. Ving startled, nodded, and offered her hand to Zoan. Zoan shook it. "I'm Ving Lee. Nice to meet you," she said, bowing gracefully before pulling her hand away.

"Ah—uh… nice to meet you all, I guess," Zoan replied. Did they really not recognize her? She still looked the same after all, just with shorter and slightly curly hair.

She should probably say something like, "Hey, it's still me, Zoan," but instead, she was lost for words at Jiho's sheer audacity in assuming everything.

"You must be on your day off—we don't really want to bother you and stuff," Jiho rambled, wringing her hands like a nervous old woman. Her face was as red as a tomato, as if she had been holding her breath.

Somehow, Zoan was worried she might pass out; Jiho's face was flushed bright red for some reason. Jovi was still ogling her, while Ving stared curiously.

"He hasn't told us his name yet," Jovi pointed out, and Ving nodded in agreement. "His name is Mr. Thead!" Jiho chimed in, causing Zoan's jaw to nearly drop.

"So you guys are close, huh?" Jovi giggled, shaking Jiho playfully, who blushed even deeper. "No! I just overheard it from Sir Elias on the phone…" Jiho stammered, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Why was Jiho digging Zoan's grave?!

—

Sol was peacefully cooking Zoan's lunch when the door slammed open, and Zoan stumbled in, looking extremely tired. She collapsed onto the couch, dropping her bags on the floor with a heavy sigh.

"How was your shopping?" Sol asked sweetly, glad that Zoan had taken some time for herself. Zoan groaned in annoyance, throwing her arm over her face and burying it in the crook of her elbow.

"I think I just dug my own grave," she mumbled to herself. Sol raised an eyebrow, placing a plate on the table as she walked over to Zoan, who was now turning around and punching the back of the couch repeatedly. Sol was almost worried she might make a hole.

"Aish, stop that," Sol muttered, shaking her head. Zoan groaned again, sitting up suddenly, startling Sol.

"What's wrong with you?" Sol asked, her concern growing. Zoan turned to her, her face pleading. "Sol… what would you do if someone mistook your identity?" she asked.

Sol's brows nearly flew off her forehead. "Your what now?"