Ever since I entered high school, there's been someone I've liked.

Her name is Park Jiwon. She's so famous that there isn't a single person in school who doesn't know her.

And the fact that I like Park Jiwon is something the entire school knows.

I walked into the classroom intending to confess, but she was busy talking about her ideal type.

She was the exact opposite of me.

Because I didn't study at all and was basically a delinquent.

I tore up the letter I had prepared and threw it in the trash.

I trudged out of the school gates and went to a nearby bridge.

There, I saw a cat. But this cat looked different from others—it almost seemed human.

It stared at me intently, and then, it suddenly started talking.

A talking cat offering to play matchmaker? It was obviously a lie.

Liar. How could a cat like you do that?