After his talk with Seo Yuhui ended, Seol Jihu went out to catch Phi Sora on her way home. This, of course, wasn’t his idea, but Seo Yuhui’s.

—How much time do you have left? Why don’t you try talking to Miss Phi Sora before you leave?

—I already know more or less what happened that day. Miss Phi Sora talks about it every time she’s drunk.

—She won’t know you’re you. You should at least try.

Seol Jihu waited for Phi Sora in a park near the apartment complex. Some time went by, and just as he nervously raised his cell phone to check the time, he saw a familiar woman near the front gate at the foot of the hill. She was wearing a pair of high heels and a suit that he thought didn’t complement her.

“Sweetheart?”

Phi Sora, who quickly walked up the hill, seemed surprised to see Seol Jihu there.

“What a coincidence. Were you on your way somewhere?”

Seol Jihu shook his head.

“So then why are you out here? You couldn’t have been waiting for me…. Oh, I thought you had a meeting today?”

“Yes, I did. It went well, and now I’m back.”

“That’s great. But….”

Phi Sora scrutinized Seol Jihu before suddenly narrowing her eyes.

“Why do you look so nervous? Could it be… that you’re having an affair again?”

Seol Jihu’s shoulders slumped. He’d heard this accusation so many times that it didn’t even surprise him anymore.

“No. Um…. Look, can we talk?”

“Here?”

“Yes, here, and now.”

Phi Sora tilted her head. A look of suspicion crossed her face. Seol Jihu could tell that she was thinking, ‘What did he do this time?’ Followed by ‘Is it Yi Seol-Ah? No, wait, it has to be Miss Yun Seora. I’m sure of it.’

“This isn’t about women. I just want to talk to you...