Hwang Hyunjin remembered the sunny morning in early September when he first saw her on the platform of Cheonho Station. He remembered it well because every morning since then had been about the same.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the passengers, his gaze invariably fell on the girl with the straight posture, waiting patiently for her train, with only an occasional glance at the neat watch on her slender wrist. It seemed to him that with each new morning over the past three months he had memorised by heart her smile when she politely told someone the time; the movement of her hand when she fixed her hair; the way she nervously fumbled with the handle of her handbag when she was obviously late.

Every day Hyunjin stood at the window of the train, sometimes catching her gaze and finding comfort for a moment in the fact that they existed in the same reality. He often imagined who she might be, what she did, where she studied, what she was passionate about, longed to know her name, to be a part of her reality and not just a random passerby in the endless stream of people. But he never dared to approach and talk to her. The fear of seeming weird, of disturbing that delightful illusion where she was the magnificent picture and he the unobtrusive observer, restrained him. And then she was just getting off three stations early, once again never recognising that she had become an important part of his life...

He shook his head slightly, brushing off his silly thoughts, and looked to his left to see her standing right next to him on the platform.