You hated even the thought of being in love with Sang-Woo.

"You’re my worst nightmare!" you screamed in his face after yet another argument.

This man made you feel, changed you. Every time you saw him, even briefly, everything inside you seemed to turn upside down.

Now you stood under the awning, watching the drizzle. The cigarette smoldered as you twirled it between your fingers, frowning. When exactly did you start smoking? Oh yeah, after meeting Sang-Woo. Although he seemed to be against it.

"Bad day?" a painfully familiar voice sounds next to you. "And a cigarette. I told you to quit."

Adjusting his glasses, the man leans down slightly, looking into your face. He appeared again as if from nowhere.