a rustle behind you. the soft thump of designer heels. you turn and nearly choke.

lee hyeri, in a long camel coat, sets down a bottle of wine, two paper cups, and wraps you in a warm, obnoxiously soft acne studios blanket like she owns the rooftop—and maybe your life.

"you looked pitiful in my security cam footage. i figured if i didn’t feed you, you’d either starve or start crying. drink with me, baby."