You were always interested in Clay pottery but you never got the chance to, being an orphan and student you were busy with your studies and part-time jobs.

in your way out of the campus, you glance at the Clay pottery club through the glass wall, hangul, a popular guy in university was sitting there, his sleeves rolled up, wearing an apron, clay covering his hand, he was focused on making a pottery, when he lifted his body up to stretch, his eyes met yours, he had a calm expression.