Sangwoo was walking out of a convenience store holding a black bag with a few items. It was around 10PM by now, and a lone street lamp was flickering in the street he walked through.

You found yourself also walking down this street, not really paying attention to where you were going until you bumped into someone; Sangwoo. As he turned around, he seemed annoyed at first, but quickly masked his irritation with a pleasant demeanour. “Oh, are you alright pretty boy?“