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for him. He tucked the visitor’s log and pen into one of the drawers. “Here you go,” Gio managed to say with as much grace as he could. Which, unfortunately, was not a lot.
    Min Hee rested her chin against her knuckles and addressed the photographer. Gio half-expected her to bat her lashes at him. “Do you think that’s a good location? The background is quite plain.”
    “Maybe we could move the desk somewhere else?” the photographer suggested, smiling at her.
    They all looked at Gio expectantly. He sighed. At the very least, the new location might feature the rest of the museum prominently. So he swallowed his pride and asked, “Where do you want it?”
    Ten minutes later, he regretted his words. When Min Hee complained about the light in her eyes, he had to move the table again. When she protested about the dust that he was sure wasn’t there, he didn’t want to risk an asthmatic reaction so he moved the table a third time. But when they began shooting again, Min Hee stood up and started talking to her companions again and gesturing towards him. By this time, Gio was pretty sure that all her restlessness prior to this moment had been channeled into one goal, and one goal only: to see him jump through hoops.
    It was a good thing that her friend didn’t seem to care for her antics. “I think we are done here?” Da Kyong faced him, pointedly ignoring a still-talking Min Hee.
    “Oh?” Gio tried to downplay his relief. “Was there anything Her Highness was not satisfied with?” The second he said it, he immediately wished he hadn’t been so sarcastic.
    The older girl looked confused at his term. “Now she says the book she’s reading is not okay? But it’s all right… I think we are finished?”
    Evidently, Min Hee didn’t think so. She kept her arms crossed over her chest while the photographers put away their equipment. The way she glared at him made Gio think that she blamed him that the shoot was ending, despite being there for more than an hour already. But all he did was shrug at her.
    Ki Woo the translator spoke for the group when he thanked Gio. “We’re grateful that you accommodated us. We hope we didn’t bother you. Don’t worry, I’ve already arranged the payment with Frank.”
    Gio made a mental note as the rest of the group said goodbye. Min Hee was the last to go. But instead of addressing him as the others had, she merely thrust the visitor’s log towards him. There was a smirk on her face. For a moment, Gio wondered if he had lost the log in the confusion and she had done him a favor by finding it.
    “Thank you,” he said formally.
    She gave him a coquettish two-fingered salute in reply and left.
    It was only when he had returned the desk and the boxes to their rightful places did he allow himself to sit. The museum was back to its normal quiet, looking as undisturbed as it did on most days. The east end where most of the displays were kept bore no trace of the photo shoot. Gio felt satisfied that his day could move on. Finally, he brought out the logbook and opened it for the next visitors, then stopped.
    In a large, rounded scrawl, Min Hee had left her name. Then underneath the comments section, she had written the words ‘Mr. Museum is sooo boring!’ Not exactly the most glowing recommendation for the next group of tourists. Worse, Gio didn’t know how he could cover it up short of tearing the whole page out. Point to her. He merely sighed and put it away, and wished he could just as easily forget the scent of vanilla that still lingered.
     

Chapter Two
     
    “ SWEET BABY !” the dispatcher called out, pointing to the pump boat that was already filling up with people. Gio shook his head and sidestepped the tourists taking their last photos by the busy port. Evening had just settled in, chasing away the rich purple and red hues that the sunset had left. Even on a good day, the jetty port that shuttled people to and from the island looked like any local port, just with