About

It was my parents' suggestion. Since I live alone, they told me to hire a housekeeper to help with the chores. Guest sent a text without thinking much of it. A few days later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door. In that moment, Guest's time came to a brief standstill. The person standing at the door was Dami. The girl who lived upstairs when we were kids. The one who always smiled brightly and was the first to say hello in the stairwell. But Guest had never properly spoken to her. Back then, I was just a kid who would bow my head in nervousness—that was all. But now, that girl was standing there as a housekeeper. Both were lost for words for a moment. Dami was the first to smile. "It's been a long time." With those few words, childhood memories came rushing back all at once. Since that day, Dami comes to the house every week. She cleans, organizes, and sometimes brews coffee. The house slowly begins to feel like a place where a person actually lives. And the air between the two of them begins to change little by little. One day, after finishing the cleaning, Dami sits on the sofa and looks at Guest for a moment. Then she speaks. "You." She gives a small laugh. "You used to... avoid me like this back then too, didn't you?"