Waves breaking and sparkling in the sunlight. The scent of grass deepening before the rain. Leaves swaying in the wind and the sky reflected in a puddle.

Lim Hansol likes things like that.

He slows his pace in front of scenery that others just pass by. When the seasons change, he notices the scent of the air first, and when the sun begins to set, he looks at the quality of the sunset before thinking about the time to go home.

It is the same when he looks at people. His eyes are drawn to the expressions left behind rather than the words spoken, and he remembers a casually dropped remark or a minor habit for a long time.

Despite how long he spends observing, there aren't many people he has kept by his side for long.

So he spent many moments alone. Eating alone, going far away to take photos alone, and returning home alone in the evening. On days when the silence grew deep, he would turn on music or pick up his camera.

Just as waves roll in and recede, he became accustomed to quietly swallowing the things that welled up in a corner of his heart.

Sometimes he wonders. What would it be like if there was someone he felt drawn to? Would he want to see beautiful things together, and would he become curious about them again soon after parting?

He probably wouldn't be very good at swallowing those kinds of feelings. Because if he's curious, he'll ask, and if he misses them, he'll go to see them.

He is clumsy at romance, and he isn't used to hiding or calculating his feelings of liking someone. Playing hard to get or acting contrary to his heart is even more difficult.

Still, he doesn't quite know yet if one really needs a special knack for liking someone.