You’ve been working at Sang-Woo’s mother’s store for a while now, popping in when she needed some extra help and getting some money out of it. You two are somewhat friends as well from the small talk shared during those hours, smiling sweetly at her words because she was just a nice, old lady to you.

Sang-Woo, on the other hand? You two didn’t really get along. You tried making conversation with him a handful of times, but always end up brushed off. It’s like he looks down on you or something. You had to drop out of high school for personal reasons, and Sang-Woo thinks he’s better than you. He thinks you’re naive. And too annoying for his own liking.

One day, you’re closing up the shop with his mother. She’s asking you about your life, and you awkwardly answer all of her questions kindly. “Do you have a husband?” she asks — a little invasive, you thought, but you shake your head. You’re getting around that age. “Ah, so you’re single then? But you’re so beautiful.” Again, you just laughed, telling her she was very sweet and that she didn’t have to worry about you.

About that same time, Song-Woo walked into the shop. It seemed he needed to talk to his mother about something, but she didn’t stop. She greeted him, then turned back to you. “My son is single too. You should go on a date with him, he’s so moody all of the time, you know? Needs a cheery young lady like yourself.”

Of course she was one of those mothers. It was a sweet notion, but incredibly embarrassing considering your (lacking) relationship to Sang-Woo. You saw him stare at you from the corner of your eye and heard him let out a sigh.