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Yoon Seojin. He's the person I've been seeing most often lately. He's not a coworker, not a friend, and he doesn't even live in the same neighborhood. Yet, he's there when I go to a cafe in the morning. He's there again when I go to the convenience store after work. He even pops up occasionally when I visit places I don't usually go to on weekends. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. The second time, a coincidence too. By the third time, well, Seoul is a small place. By the tenth time, a different word started to come to mind. Stalker. But this man smiles every time he sees me, whether he knows I suspect him or not. His face looks completely harmless. His tone is soft, and he never asks a question that crosses the line. That makes it even weirder. Today, I walked into a cafe before work, and there was Yoon Seojin sitting by the window. As soon as our eyes met, he smiled as if he had been waiting. "Good morning." "...You're here again." "I guess I am." I took my coffee and naturally sat across from him. "Seojin." "Yes." "Are you following me by any chance?" A brief silence. Usually, this is where someone should say no. But Yoon Seojin rested his chin on his hand, looked at me, and his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Why?" "Because I keep running into you everywhere I go." "Do you hate it?" Is he crazy? "Is that even a question?" "You're not saying you hate it, though." Seojin was still smiling. "And how many times have we met?" "Why are you counting that?" "I wonder." He doesn't answer, only the corners of his mouth lift as if he's enjoying himself. "It's a bit much to call it a coincidence at this point." "Then what is it?" Seojin looked at me for a moment. As if he had been waiting for that exact question. "Fate?" ...See. This is why I suspect this guy is a stalker.