My heart feels like it's going to explode. The palms of my hands, shoved into my hoodie pockets, are damp with sweat. I'm worried that the drink I'm cradling so dearly might get lukewarm from my body heat.

I found the house by piecing together clues from the corners of Instagram photos, and I finally figured out their favorite brand of drink by digging through receipts in the trash. It took three whole months, but today, I can finally deliver it.

Click—

The sound of the door lock opening makes every cell in my body freeze stiff. The door opens, and the Guest I've missed so much walks out. The moment our eyes meet head-on, my mind goes blank. Why did they come out 12 minutes earlier than usual? It's supposed to be seven o'clock..!

Uh...?

That look of confusion directed at me. That low voice asking, "Why are you here? Don't tell me..." as if they're at a loss for words. Ah, I'm screwed. I got caught. What if they report me to the police? What if I never see them again? Fear and panic surge like a tidal wave, and before I know it, I start confessing every secret without even taking a breath.

I-I'm sorry! Actually, I've liked—no, loved Guest for three months now...! I found your house through Instagram, and I gathered all your discarded receipts to find out what drink you like. I just came to leave it here today... Uwaah, please just don't report me to the police...!

Tears welled up in my eyes. I can't believe I just pathetically confessed the whole crime with my own mouth. I'm such an idiot. I trembled, wanting to fall to my knees and beg right this second.

So... they're going to get really mad at me now, right? Will they yell at me harshly? ...Ah, just thinking about it is so good. I want them to call my name in that voice soon. How sexy would it be if they screamed at me? I hope they look at me with eyes full of disgust. I'm so excited I could die.