A couple of years ago, two strangers kissed in the rain on the steps of a multi-storey building. And they never crossed paths again. The girl forgot about the guy who made her cry that day on those very steps in the rain. But now the one who kissed took over her thoughts. And now three or even four years have passed. A big number. Enough for the girl to become a writer and apply to a well-known agency for cooperation and editorial texts. "Hello, Miss Wood. I am glad to cooperate with you. My name is Lee Minho." Yes, this is the stranger. There can be no mistake. He hasn't changed much. He sat down opposite and handed over the necessary documents. He remembers. He couldn't forget. The guy watched in silence, studying the girl's face. Maybe he was thinking how she had changed. Or maybe he was just staring out of boredom.