“Yeah. I kind of like going on drives.”
“Oh… I see.”
It was not just unique but rather a strange hobby. Paying the expensive tollgate fee and coming all the way to the airport. Da Jung made an awkward smile, trying to show understanding.
“What do you want to drink?”
Subin suddenly asked. Da Jung waved her hand as if to say that she didn’t need to buy her anything.
“No, you don’t have to. Besides, it seems like our companion is here too…”
“I don’t have a companion.”
“What? Then, that…”
Da Jung pointed at the empty seat in front of her. The drink had been placed there for a while. The ice cubes floating on the coffee had become as small as fingernails.
Da Jung sent an inquiring look at Subin, seeming confused.
“Oh, I ordered it just in case. You might change your mind and want something else in the middle.”
“You’re drinking hot espresso…?”
“Is that strange?”
“Yes, a bit.”
This time, even Da Jung couldn’t hide her true feelings.
“I’ll place an order and be right back.”
Subin said with an awkward smile and headed to the counter. He quickly crossed the store and placed his order first.
When it was Da Jung’s turn, she took out her wallet and approached the cashier. That’s when Subin cheerfully spoke up.
“Since I was ordering anyway, I ordered yours too.”
“Mine?”
“Ice vanilla latte, right?”
“…”
She didn’t expect him to remember the coffee she ordered last time. Da Jung looked at him in surprise.
Subin wore a puzzled expression and bent his waist slightly.
“Why? Should I order something else for you?”
“Oh, no. It’s not that… It’s just that I was supposed to buy it this time, but you ordered it again. I’m sorry.”
“Hmm…”
His close-up face allowed his eyes to be clearly seen. His translucent light brown irises were as soft as watercolors, as if someone had gently spread them out.
Why is he so pretty like that? For a moment, she had an uncharacteristic thought that didn’t quite suit a man.
“I want to treat you.”
“…”
Due to his close proximity, his pupils looked directly into hers. He looked cheerful as he picked up the tray from the pickup counter.
As soon as the coffee was ready, he received it. On the wooden tray were a bottle of water, a latte, and an espresso.
Da Jung was momentarily at a loss for words. The latte was in a store mug instead of a disposable cup, as if it were for here.
In the bus on the way home, she was planning to drink it…
Da Jung absentmindedly stared at the drinks and put her wallet back into her bag. It was a quiet afternoon, so spending some time with him didn’t seem like a bad idea.
When Subin returned to his seat, he cleared the melted ice from the drinks and placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of her.
“But seriously, what’s going on here?”
Da Jung asked, setting the trolley next to the table.
“Don’t believe it? That I came here for a drive?”
“Yes, no one believes it.”
“Isn’t it nice to drive to the airport? Well, if you still don’t believe it… should I tell you another reason?”
Da Jung nodded lightly.
“To see you.”
“…Huh?”
“I just came to see you once. But you really showed up.”
“…I’d rather believe it’s a drive.”
With a somewhat uneven voice, Da Jung said. It wouldn’t be fun and it wasn’t believable either.
“Do you really not believe it?”
“I don’t believe it. Does it make sense to wait for someone you may or may not meet, especially in this large airport?”
“Yeah… It really doesn’t.”
Subin responded with a light chuckle.
Subin had never wanted much in his life. What he wanted was always easy to obtain, and what he couldn’t have, he pretended not to want in the first place.
But when he looked at Da Jung, strange desires began to form. He wanted to run into her constantly and steal her time away.
The unfamiliar emotions he was experiencing were uncomfortable, like wearing ill-fitting clothes.
Subin hid his inner thoughts behind a smooth smile.
“Actually, it’s market research. I work in the aviation industry too.”
“Oh, really? What do you do?”
“That’s…”
Subin was about to continue, but he suddenly narrowed his eyes. He pressed the side of his neck with his hand, then quickly grabbed a bottle of water.
“Why are you doing that?”
“It feels bitter.”
Subin said briefly as he brought the bottle of water to his lips. He continued to press his chest with his hand as if he had indigestion.
“How many cups of coffee have you had?”
“Four cups.”
He took a refreshing sip of water and replied.
“Four espressos in a row? Did you have a meal?”
Da Jung asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, expressing both puzzlement and a bit of reprimand.
Subin chuckled and tilted his head.
“No, I didn’t eat.”
“Of course, you’d feel bitter then.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“And…”
Da Jung paused and opened the front pocket of the trolley. Her long fingers briefly rummaged inside, and she pulled out a small card wallet. She took several pink papers from it and placed them on the table.
The paper, the size of a high school name tag, had ‘Incheon Airport Food Court Voucher’ written on it.
“Make sure to eat well.”
Da Jung pushed a few vouchers toward him.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
