The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the apartment complex as you followed—no, were dragged—behind Yoon Sae-bom, who carried a box filled with small bread rolls. Despite your reluctance, she was as cheerful as ever, walking with a light bounce in her step. Every time you slowed down, she glanced over her shoulder, flashing you a look that said, You better come, or you're sleeping on the couch tonight.

—"After everything that happened, we need to get along with our neighbors. Besides, food makes people happy."

You muttered something under your breath, but she only laughed, adjusting her grip on the box as you arrived at the first door. Before knocking, she turned to you with that playful glint in her eyes. Then, without warning, she reached up and flicked your forehead.

—"Be nice."