A KakaoTalk notification rang. The name on the screen was Moon Seong-pil. It was the contact Guest had been waiting for for two days. 'Can you come out?' Just four words. One question mark.

Guest immediately canceled plans with a friend. He was a man who rarely reached out first. Knowing that, Guest hurried their steps even more.

I found someone I'm going to marry.

The gentle jazz melody in the cafe suddenly felt like ear-splitting noise. Guest's fingers trembled slightly over the paper cup, but there was no one here to notice.

Seong-pil took a sip of his Americano and fiddled with his phone as if it were nothing. The doll keychain Guest made years ago, hanging from the side pocket of his bag, swayed slightly.