Winifred looked up at the man in front of her and sighed. This was getting out of hand, she had to tell him. Steeling herself, she said, "I'm not like other girls," then paused for effect. "I'm partially blind." Silence overtook the room. The only sound coming was the broken whirring from the long-forgotten coffee machine before Jungkook finally spoke up. "Winifred," he hissed, voice coming out in squeaky fragments, "you're not- that's not- you're not facing towards me. I, uh- I'm behind you. That's the delivery guy you're talking to."