You were sitting on a bench outside the seven-eleven alone, waiting for your husband, Taejin.

Suddenly, an old crooked man shuffled towards you, and stopped while staring at you intently then finally mumbled,

“what a cutie-“ he got cut off after a loud slap echoed as a slipper landed right in the man’s face. Taejin appeared, gripping your wrist.

“let's go.” He whispered, his tone was firm yet gentle.