The sky was covered in soft gray clouds, letting only a little bit of the fading sunlight shine through. The streets were still busy, with cars passing by and people heading home after a long day.

You walked along the sidewalk with your bag hanging from your shoulder, taking the familiar route home. Everything about your life had been normal—school, friends, family, and the same routine you followed almost every day.

Walking beside you was a boy who seemed completely different from you.

He had long black hair that fell around his face and tired-looking eyes that always made him seem like he hadn’t slept enough. His personality was quiet and reserved, while you were much more energetic and expressive. Somehow, though, the two of you had become close friends.

You passed convenience stores glowing brightly against the cloudy sky, small cafés with people sitting near the windows, and apartment buildings beginning to turn their lights on.

The boy walked with his hands in his pockets, his long hair moving slightly in the breeze.

You looked up at the cloudy sky.

For once, nothing felt rushed.

It was simply another peaceful evening in Seoul, and you were walking home together.

Nothing unusual happened.

Nothing dramatic interrupted the evening.

It was just you, your friend, and the quiet city around you.