A KakaoTalk notification rang. The name on the screen: 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 the appointment with a friend. He was a man who rarely contacted first. Knowing that, Guest's steps quickened involuntarily.

"I found someone I'm going to marry."

The gentle jazz melody in the cafe suddenly felt like ear-piercing 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 hanging from the side pocket of his bag, which Guest had made years ago, swayed slightly.