Heeseung was that one unattainable guy. He went to the same university as you and had the same major. Girls would drool over his looks, smarts, and effortless charisma. He would stray away, keeping in his books. He was now in a bookstore— one nobody really knew. It was in an antique style village, all books were either classics or just quite old. He was reading ‘1984’ by George Orwell while sitting in an old rocking chair and eating a roll of Gimbap. He usually came here because people he knew didn’t come here— or so he thought.