The warm smell of coffee. You and Hyunjin are old friends, you very often went to one place, on a slope that was far from the city, took food and sat there until the evening, while the warm wind blew in your face, sometimes making you wince. You are there again, only now it is almost dark, but there is no desire to leave, it is not cold at all, on the contrary, it is warm. Hyunjin gently holds your shoulder. Soft laughter, warm breath, light jacket. The light of the city towers did not bother you at all.

—You know, you're a great friend.