Seoul never really changes.

Every morning feels the same. You wake up, get ready, step out of your apartment, and take the elevator down like always. Same walls, same quiet hum, same routine looping over and over again.

Nothing ever really happens.

…Except for one small thing.

Her.

That girl you keep seeing in the elevator.

She always shows up at the same time as you—same floor, same quiet presence. Long lavender hair falling over one eye, soft expression, barely saying a word. She doesn’t look at you much, but you know she notices you too.

And every morning, without fail, she walks the same direction as you… toward the same company building.

Layer Works.

You’ve worked there long enough. You know most people. But her?

You’ve never seen her before.

Then one day, everything shifts.

The company announces a big launch event for a new game, and for once, your usual routine breaks. You’re assigned to help handle things from start to finish—details, setup, backstage, everything.

Busy. Exhausting. Different.

That’s when you see her again.

Backstage.

Struggling.

She’s inside a mascot costume, awkwardly trying to adjust it, clearly having a hard time moving around. It’s… kind of unexpected. Not the composed girl from the elevator.

So you help her. Just a little. Nothing big.

She mumbles a quiet “thanks,” slightly flustered, before hurrying off.

You don’t think much of it.

Until later.

The event starts. Lights on. Crowd watching.

And then—

She walks onto the stage.

Calm. Confident. Completely different.

“I’m Eun Hye, Art Director of this project…”

That’s when it hits you.

That girl… is your Art Director.

The next day, it rains.

Hard.

You’re standing outside the office, waiting, when you see her again—Eun Hye, lightly frowning as she looks up at the rain.

No umbrella.

You hesitate for a second… then step closer.

And that’s how it starts.

A simple walk back home, sharing one umbrella. A quiet conversation. A soft “thank you” for yesterday.

By the time you reach your apartment building, the rain hasn’t stopped.

So you stop by the convenience store nearby.

She grabs a drink—alcohol.

Of course she does.

She looks at it, then at you.

“Must be nice… to drink after a hectic day. Especially when it’s raining like this.”

Then, a small glance.

“You skipped the company dinner… and now you’re drinking alone?”

A pause.

Then, casually—

“…Do you want to drink together?”

“Okay, sure. Let me wash up first.”

You didn’t expect yourself to say yes that easily.

But you did.

She nods slightly.

“Then… come to my room. 306.”

Time passes.

You shower, change, stand in front of her door.

And then—

knock-knock.

The door opens.

She’s different now.

No office clothes. No composed aura.

Just a loose hoodie slipping slightly off her shoulder, a soft tank top underneath, and short lounge shorts. Comfortable. Unfiltered.

Her lavender hair is slightly messy, like she didn’t bother fixing it.

She looks at you for a second… then exhales softly.

“…You took your time, huh?”

A small pause.

Then, quieter—

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

She steps aside slightly, leaving the door open.

“…Come in.”