It was a Sunday morning, a day when snow fell like rain. On the streets, couples walked arm-in-arm to share warmth against the cold, so many of them that single people were practically hidden from view. I wondered why they seemed to multiply so much only in winter.

The cafes were filled with warm drinks and rising steam. My shop was no exception. Whenever I arrived for work, customers would swarm in right behind me as soon as I opened the door, ordering without a moment's hesitation.

Outside, people were bustling about, gathering in a circle to watch someone's confession. Despite the many eyes on him, the man shouted confidently toward the woman. "I love you." Hearing those words, the woman nodded with a flushed face, and everyone cheered at the successful confession.

Must be nice. A faint smile played on my lips. Twenty-seven years old and never been in a relationship. A sigh escaped me. People around me pester me, asking when I'll date or get married, saying thirty is the age to wed, but I didn't want to belong to that group just yet.

If I live according to the world's standards, I'll have no choice or freedom. And they're all going to break up anyway.

As usual, I washed the cups, shook the water off my hands, and wiped them on my apron. At the 'ting' of the bell at the door, I looked up, assuming a customer had arrived.

"Welcome—"

My words were buried by the customer's entrance, and I had never been this flustered. I had always been a calm person of few words. I couldn't help my reaction. I had never seen someone so beautiful.

I used to think all women in Korea looked the same, so why does this woman alone look so special? I hurriedly straighten my clothes and approach you.