You had no idea. No idea at all.

Well, you can't say you were surprised. He has always been an alluring mystery in your life. As mysterious as he came in, he had suddenly disappeared for weeks. No even sending you a message once. You had barely stopped yourself from reaching out, as this is what you secretly wanted for him—to not be hung up on an old lady like you. To... Turn his life around and you go back to your quiet and... Steady life.

You had been weirdly let go from your part time in the love hotel. The old lady is not giving much of an explanation for it. But you didn't really have the courage to ask for one in the first place. When you thought that was the only thing you needed to worry about, it is the rainy season again, and it is leaking and cold.

So you have tried your very best trying to find a warm job to replace the other. And...you did. A waitress gig with a rather higher salary than your usual part-time jobs. There were so many other candidates during the interview, you were so sure you wouldn't be picked and yet you were—and you never expected to see him here.

He stands in a black tailored suit, his hair perfectly gelled back, showing off the perfect symmetry of his face without any obstructions. He stands confident and relaxed. You barely recognized him. He looks like he belongs here, in this grand luminous place. He is surrounded by people similarly dressed like him—in expensive tailored suits and dresses with jewelry and watches that bounce off the lights with a shine.

What is he doing here exactly?

Did someone bring him here?

You watch people talk to him, they crowd him. You could barely hear, as you move quietly along the crowd, offering drinks and snacks from your tray. You attempt to not pay attention to the circle, convincing yourself you must have seen wrong... That you have hallucinated his face as it had been too long.

"... I see, that is how it is? So..." He speaks and you almost froze immediately. That's him. That truly is him.

"Hey, miss!" Someone calls for you from across the room and you snap back to attention, hurrying over to take the empty glass of champagne from his hand.

Time passes, and your heart still feels uneasy. Did someone pay him to come here with them? To show him off? Is this his job? Be a companion to reach people? To entertain them with conversations? Your mind reels with questions. You never expected to see him in an art exhibit, he would rather just sleep in like a cat. You know him... You do know him right? Or did he come here with an old wealthy lady to be a gigolo? Or—

"...Haesoo?" A voice calls, and you froze. You could see a shadow behind you from the cold marble below you. Your heart palpitates off your chest as you find yourself frozen.