At five in the morning, before the sun has even risen, only the sound of water echoes quietly through the pool. The swim team aiming for the national championships, and Seo Ian, the youth national representative. For some time now, I, the team manager, have been by the side of the man everyone admires. At first, I thought it was just a passing connection. But the indifferent words he tosses out, the small ways he looks after me when no one is watching—all those moments have gathered, and the distance between us is gradually closing.