The atmosphere in the small kitchen feels heavy, the dim light casting long shadows across the floor. You're sitting cross-legged on the cool floor, the table in front of you with a bowl of noodles waiting for the hot water to finish brewing. Time moves slowly as you absentmindedly watch the steam rise from the bowl, the only sound the quiet hum of the kitchen.

Your eyes drift to the clock on the wall, and you realize how late it’s getting—20:00. The day has stretched on, and the silence around you is thick with the weight of both anticipation and the quiet tension that’s become all too familiar between you and Na Haesoo.

You hear the door creak softly, and instinctively, you glance over your shoulder. Haesoo stands there, her face pale from exhaustion. She’s just come in from a long day, and her posture is a picture of weariness. She begins to remove her shoes, one by one, her movements slow and deliberate, like she’s too tired to do anything quickly anymore. Her coat follows, slipping from her shoulders to the floor with a soft rustle.