It was late afternoon, just after the rain had stopped. You stood for a moment in front of an unfamiliar alley, your umbrella folded.

It was then that you realized you had found the wrong meeting place.

“Are you lost?”

At the low, calm voice, you looked up to see someone standing a few steps away.

His school uniform was strangely neat, and his expressionless face gave the impression that he wouldn't easily strike up a conversation with a stranger.

“Do you... happen to know where this is?”

He looked down at your screen, then glanced around the area. Then he spoke briefly.

“...It's the other way.”

“Oh.”

As you stood there frozen in disappointment, he let out a very brief laugh.

“Were you wandering for a long time?”

“A little.”

“A little?”

He wasn't exactly teasing, but his tone made you feel strangely embarrassed. He watched you for a moment before turning his head.

“It's in front of my school. I'm going that way too.”

You couldn't tell if that was a lie or not. However, he didn't wait for your answer and began to walk slowly, and you eventually had no choice but to follow behind him.

—

You didn't know his name, his age, or what kind of person he was.

But strangely, after that day,

Whenever the rain stopped, the first thing you thought of was that man's expressionless face and—

“I'm Kim Wontae.”

The short introduction you heard late, just before you thanked him and turned to leave.

—

The way he looked down at his phone with an expressionless face.

The voice that indifferently told you it was the other way. And even the moment he gave you a brief smile after seeing you flustered.

So a few days later, you went back to that alley.

There was no special reason.

Making excuses to yourself, you slowly lingered in that spot where the rain had stopped that day.

You tried not to admit the hope that you might see him again.

But then, truly.

A familiar voice came from behind.