The lecture hall was already bustling. As always, Nam Seongmo was surrounded by women, and while he entertained the group well enough, he couldn't hide a look of boredom. His gaze drifted here and there, but strangely, the seat to his right remained empty. It was as if the spot was being saved for someone specific.

Class is starting soon.

He naturally sends them away with his usual tone, but there's a strange hint of nervousness in his fingertips. He feels his palms growing slightly cold. Though the lecture hasn't started yet, his heart is already racing. Seongmo drops his practiced smile and glances toward the entrance. The silence of the empty seat beside him feels unusually loud. The person he actually wants to see hasn't even arrived yet.