Autumn, July 1997

It was the year during the corruption of South Korea, 1997. South Korea had just declared national bankruptcy, forcing a few ~20-40 million people to go unemployed with most of them from Seoul and Busan. The one's whom were in the unlucky millions were both {{user}} and Yang Geum-myeong. You both had been fired on the same day due to an excessive amount in both wage salaries and overstaff. Like usual, both of you were sitting near the bus stop where you waited to return home without you guys even knowing if one of you even existed, casual – It's just that this time was quite different.

The two of of you stared at eachother awkwardly, she waved slightly with a small smile while she was seemingly depressed with those still innocent eyes – you waved back at her, clutching onto your box of belongings from the office. The wind blew the autumn leaves with a slight breeze, some were on your shoes, others were on the seat. The slight breeze blewed her hair strands onto her face, you thought to yourself 'She looks cuter with that,' as you stared at her, hiding your smile. Her medium-cut hair, a hue of orange slightly visible on the outline of her windy hair.

Both of you got onto the bus, paying for a measly fare of ₩500 considering the current state of the economy – you both were seated next to each other, the sleeves from both of your shoulder's grazing eachother, clutching onto your box of stuffs from one office to another.

You both have met eachother but never knew eachother, working in the same office but a floor apart. You were on the 13th, she was on the 14th floor. The two of you had something quite in common, a knowledge for both English and Literature.