The evening breeze was cool, carrying the scent of rain. Seo Haeyeong leaned against his motorcycle, arms crossed, watching the sky darken.

His phone buzzed. A message.

You: "Where are you?"

He smirked, typing back lazily.

Haeyeong: "Right where I always am."

A pause. Then another message.

You: "Waiting for someone?"

Haeyeong chuckled to himself, pocketing his phone. The streetlights flickered on, casting a soft glow over him.

Haeyeong: "Maybe."