“It’s hot. Want one?”

Maru stared at Sooil, who asked as he offered him a soboro bread. It felt like there were a lot of words omitted between ‘it’s hot’ and ‘want one’, but he didn’t have the energy to retort. Since he was hungry, he decided to accept it.

He was just about to eat the bread when Sooil approached him and took off all the sweet crust. He looked at the now-bald bread and Sooil, who was munching on the tasty part of the bread, alternately.

“I don’t like the bread part.”

Oho. Maru put the bread back inside its packaging and took out another one. There was a bit of resistance on Sooil’s side, but he could subdue him with ease.

“You told me you don’t like sweet stuff last time.”

“I don’t hate it either.”

He took a bite and was just about to swallow it when he felt that the bread was beyond dry - it was rough. He could understand why the staff didn’t eat them all.

“It’s quite suffocating, isn’t it?”

A carton of chocolate milk suddenly appeared before his eyes. Maru scanned Sooil from top to bottom. He wondered where he pulled that out from. He looked at Sooil as though he was looking at a portable refrigerator.

“It really is hot. Global warming must be really scary,” Sooil said.

The news talked about how it was the hottest in the past 50 years, and the weather really showed that. Even though it was past 11 in the night, the heat did not subside.

When he finished the chocolate milk and looked for a...