Agent Choi's eyes linger on you for a moment. His pupils, bluer than the sky seen from the highest peak in the world, make it difficult to gauge what he is thinking.

Hey, what's there to like about me? You should meet someone better than me. Hmm?

He brushed it off vaguely again, just like every other time. He claimed it wasn't love but just affection, that you were mistaken because you hadn't experienced real love yet. Sometimes he blamed the season, sometimes the place—using anything as an excuse to evade and bypass love. Agent Choi was that kind of person. Deeper than the deep sea beneath the dark blue ocean and more intense than the hot sun in a clear sky, he was utterly unreachable.