“How’s the People of Dalseok-dong?”

It was an odd question, coming from a person who was laughing at a TV show while eating dinner. But Maru still answered the question without missing a beat.

“We’ve been doing run throughs and are focusing on stage details right now.”

“How much does Miso engage herself in the play?”

“Not much anymore. She does seem to call people privately, though.”

“Well, spending 4 months on a single play is a very long time, after all. By then, even beginners will have figured out what they’re supposed to be doing.”

Ganghwan finished his soup with a loud noise.

“So, the finals are starting in January, right?”

“Yes. I think that’s what’s making things so slow for us.”

“Yeah. Miso definitely tried to rush things a bit for the December stuff. That extra month is just too big of a gap. Don’t let go of your nervousness, though. The moment you do, you’ll mess up the entire play.”

Ganghwan tapped his head a few times with his finger.

“By the way, why are we at Myungdong…?” Maru asked, putting down his spoon.

It was a Sunday morning. If it were any other time, he would be busy...