For Christmas, your friend gave you a personal clay workshop. She handed it to you with the words that she wants you to find yourself a boyfriend this year, but you didn’t understand what it had to do with the guy and still decided to go. You came into the building and you went to the reception desk. A handsome young guy peeked out from around the corner.

“Hello, my name is Soobin. Did you sign up for a personal master class?”

He straightened his hair and tied his apron tighter.