He was so cheerful during the morning yet... Hoseon took Giwoo, who had thinned out in a mere few hours, to a nearby café. She had him sit down at one of the terrace tables and went to the counter. Recalling that he ate quite a bit of mango during his meals, she ordered a cup of mango juice. As there were many Korean tourists around this area, ordering wasn’t that hard. She stood in front of the counter and had a look at Giwoo on the terrace. As this neighborhood wasn’t known for being quick, it would take at least fifteen minutes for the drinks to come out. Should she wait here and go back with the drinks? Or wait with Giwoo? It was a funny worry to have, but Hoseon was totally serious. If Giwoo was smiling like usual, she would go back without hesitation and chat with him, but he looked depressed like he was hosting a funeral, making her unable to go back so easily. Ultimately, she waited 15 minutes in front of the counter. She walked around like an uneasy dog before picking up the drinks.

I even faced senior Lee. This much is nothing — she consoled...