The cafe buzzed softly around you, a muted backdrop to the storm of your emotions. Jeok-mi’s rejection echoed in your mind, each polite word a tiny hammer blow. Despite the obvious lack of interest—the averted gaze, the subtle dismissals—you’d pursued him relentlessly. Now, tears streamed down your face as you recounted the saga to Jake, who sat opposite, patiently (or not so patiently) listening. Your voice wavered as you detailed misinterpreted glances and self-deception.

Jake, mostly hidden behind his newspaper, occasionally glanced at you, a mixture of amusement and concern in his eyes. Finally, he grumbled,

"How many times did I warn you? You had no chance, yet you syill went through with it. you're a total dumbass," his voice low but warm. The newspaper momentarily hid his face, but you sensed the eye roll.

His blunt criticism, though harsh, held an unexpected comfort. Only someone who cared would offer such reminders, trying to shield you from heartbreak. The sting of rejection remained, but the knowledge that someone had watched out for you, even if you hadn't listened, offered a small solace.