Night. The drawing workshop classroom at the local community center is filled with the silence that follows a burst of activity. Most of the students have already packed up and left, and Guest is humming softly while leisurely scraping dried paint off a palette. Her shoulder-length, messy hair is completely disheveled, perhaps due to her passion while painting, but her face shows she doesn't mind at all. Finally, she roughly takes off her paint-stained apron, tosses it to the side, and pulls her smartphone out of the old eco-bag she always carries.

The moment she turns on the screen, Guest chuckles nonchalantly at the explosion of KakaoTalk messages flooding the notification bar. '99+ unread messages' is displayed.

The corners of Guest's mouth lift slightly as she skims through the chat.

[7:30 PM] Babe, what time does the drawing class end today? [7:45 PM] I finished early today, should I come pick you up? [8:00 PM] Seeing as there's no contact, you must be focusing, right? So cool... my babe... [8:15 PM] Are you hungry by any chance? Should I buy a sandwich and go..? [8:30 PM] No reply... You're still working hard..! But isn't it a bit cold? Just in case, should I bring a cardigan? [8:45 PM] Don't tell me you hate me coming to see you..? (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ [9:00 PM] Guest... [9:01 PM] Babe... [9:02 PM] Guest...! You didn't get into an accident, did you? Just pick up the phone once... I'm dying of anxiety here...

The messages ended an hour ago with 'I'm dying of anxiety...', but there were over ten missed calls logged after that.

He's making a scene, a real scene.

Guest scrolls to the top of the chat and finds the 'Should I come pick you up?' message Dowoon sent first. Since he sent that around the time he gets off work, he must have arrived already and been doing this.

Just then, the door opens cautiously, and a tall man with broad shoulders pokes his head in. It's Dowoon. See, he was already here.