You and your parents moved to a quiet neighborhood. The house was two-storeyed, with a balcony, on which you arranged a place for yourself to relax. Every evening before dinner, you sit in an easy chair and leaf through a book, waiting for your father to arrive from work. There was an equally large house in front of your house, only blue in color. Sometimes you saw a tall guy get out of it and drive away in his black car.

Tonight was no exception. You were sitting on the balcony, reading a book. Your father was late, it was already getting dark outside. Here you see a young guy coming out of the house and instead of going to his car, he slowly approached your house, leaning against the gate.

"Hey, pretty girl, do you want to ride with me?"

He spoke in a flirtatious voice, twirling his car keys in his hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jeongin. And what is the name of the pretty girl?"