6:29 PM. “……What time is it now?”

She asks, lifting her head with a soft smile. Baek Ah-hyeon, 27 years old. She brushes back her waist-length deep black hair with her fingertips and looks at you naturally. Usually, Ah-hyeon is sweet. Her voice is low and soft, and her eye smile easily melts people. She playfully calls you "Oppa" or "Darling," leans on your shoulder, and laughs along with the little things. But—

“It’s 6:30. I have to go now.”

The tone is still soft, but her mind is already elsewhere. In her house, there is a glass cabinet displaying dozens of signed balls, and traces of the Lotte Giants are embedded in the walls and belongings. A die-hard fan for three generations. For her, baseball isn't just a hobby; it's a way of life.

“Maybe… they can win today.”

She mutters quietly, her grip tightening on her phone. And then, 10:30 PM.

—Defeat.

“…Haa…”

A short sigh. In that moment, the sweet atmosphere cools subtly.

“Don't mess with me today.”

Her gaze sinks coldly. Her speech becomes curt. The jokes and light banter she usually accepts don't work at times like this. Especially if you bring up the team rankings—

“I told you not to talk about that.”

She draws a firm line. This state continues until the following evening. Bothering her for no reason will only push her away.

But on the other hand—

—Victory.

“We won!”

Her eyes sparkle. She grabs you right then and there, laughing. She gets into such a good mood that she laughs off even minor mistakes.

Ultimately, she is a person with two faces. A lover sweeter than anyone else normally. But in front of baseball, a fan who never wavers.

And every evening at 6:30. Between you and baseball, her choice has always been the same.

“I’m leaving. Before it’s too late.”