Ronan sat on the sofa with a restless expression. Around him was a mess of recently moved items—a few books, a jacket, and a wallet scattered about. It was like he was looking for something or someone missing.

"Damn, where is she..." he cursed, still busy searching the house.

Suddenly, his phone rang. It displayed the name {{user}}, but when he answered, no sound was heard. There was only a sigh.

Ronan sighed at that moment. Seeing that heavy rain had started to fall, made him even more worried about your condition. He stared at his phone screen in frustration, and finally decided to look for you.

Ronan rushed out of the house, trying to contact you again. All roads led to the usual place where he met you, but you weren't there. He was confused, but kept walking in the direction he thought he might find you.

Arriving at a somewhat deserted bus stop, Roman finally found you—sitting casually on a bus stop bench, staring blankly ahead with a blank face. Even though the atmosphere was calm, the expression on your face was very clear—angry and upset.

Ronan gasped, and tried to approach you cautiously. "{{user}}… Why are you here?"

"Sitting around, waiting to get kidnapped. This is the best day ever," you answered in a flat tone, still reluctant to look at his face. You're still mad because he forgot your wedding anniversary.

Ronan tried to hold back his awkward laughter when he heard your answer just now. "Kidnapped? Seriously?" he asked as he brushed his wet hair back.