When the longawaited Wednesday came, she felt light as if she could fly alone.
She was dressed in a black dress as if she had become Audrey Hepburn, and her hair was neatly tied up in one.
When Seo Yeon went to work with anticipation, each of the employees she encountered did not hesitate to compliment her on her elegance.
After finishing her morning work, Seo Yeon, who had a quick lunch with sandwiches, headed to the art museum.
The exhibition was much better than she had expected.
The intense colors captured Seo Yeon’s gaze and wouldn’t let go.
Her eyes, which had been engrossed in costume design until now, were completely absorbed in the feast of various colors.
“This painting is……”
Then she stopped in front of a painting that cooled her heart.
Feeling the emotion that she had momentarily forgotten rising quickly, Seo Yeon muttered,
“I really like you. I’ll come again on Saturday. Then, I’ll bring my sketchbook after a long time.”
Seo Yeon stood in front of her favorite painting for a while. Then she bought a few souvenirs and moved her feet with regret.
On her way back to the office, because it had been such a meaningful time, she thought of Kwon Yool. She wondered how it would have been if he had come with her.
The man who read a lot of pop art books to give exhibition tickets as a gift. She concluded that it would have been better if she had been with him, and Seo Yeon chuckled.
“Please stop going ahead.”
While calming her heart, his phone number suddenly came to mind.
Would he be waiting for my contact?
I hope he was restless all day thinking about me.
If only that man really did that…… She shook her head as she wished.
“Ah, again. Again. Overdoing it.”
While saying so, Seo Yeon thought of Kwon Yool. More than a dozen times a day.
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Perhaps because she had a happy weekday, the weekend felt like it had come quickly.
Seo Yeon simply packed an A4 sized sketchbook and professional colored pencils.
She put everything she needed in a shopper bag, and dressed in light blue jeans that went up to her ankles with a refreshing green Vneck knit. On top of that, she stylishly wore a twill scarf with a standout print.
“Then, shall we have a fun start today?”
Having visited once, she knew exactly where to park and how to move.
Although parking took some time because it was the weekend, her steps were as light as a feather.
“The weather is also perfect.”
The dazzling sunlight winked one eye and she made a cover by attaching her palm to her forehead.
Halfway up the quaint building stairs, a gentle breeze blew. Her hair, like black silk, danced in the wind.
Brushing back her long hair that obstructed her view, she shook her head.
Then, a sweet and refreshing scent of peach emanated from Seo Yeon.
It was a perfect Saturday noon.
Seo Yeon headed towards the middle of the exhibition hall, past the entrance, to check on her most favorite painting.
Huh?
Broad, welldefined shoulders, and a solid back muscle stood out under a skyblue striped shirt.
Could it be.
His distinctive physique was recognizable just by his back.
Seo Yeon’s light brown eyes incredulously checked and rechecked.
But why, of all places, in front of my favorite painting?
While contemplating whether to momentarily avoid him, his body slowly turned around.
When their eyes met in the air, his eyes curved attractively.
“Ms. Seo Yeon. We meet again here.”
He seemed natural, like someone who had already arranged to meet.
“How come you are here?”
Both of them awkwardly stood in front of Seo Yeon’s favorite painting.
“I wanted to come before the exhibition ends.”
When a visitor passed by, Kwon Yool guided Seo Yeon to the edge. As they moved closer to the corner, his scent intoxicatingly wafted over.
“Did you come alone?”
His still tender gaze poured over Seo Yeon.
“Yes. Well, I had time today. Since it was a gift from Mr. Yool, it seemed a waste not to use it.”
She could not help but feel excited when she saw him, despite her best efforts to remain calm.
“I wanted to suggest going together last time. But I missed the chance.”
Kwon Yool’s Adam’s apple noticeably moved, as if feeling awkward. Seo Yeon looked up at him, contemplating.
Is it surprising that we met like this? Shall we go together? Or should I wish you a good viewing and cleanly retreat?
Ignoring Seo Yeon’s dilemma, he made the first move.
“Would it be okay to view the exhibition with Ms. Seo Yeon? I was feeling a bit strange being here alone.”
Even though he came alone just fine.
His transparent excuse wasn’t bad.
However, she turned her head as if indifferent, muttered quietly.
“We’re not strangers anyway. So… whatever.”
As soon as Seo Yeon gave her permission, Kwon Yool’s face lit up brighter than the gallery lights illuminating the paintings. Seo Yeon, watching him quietly, thought.
‘Why does his face shine so brightly.’
They walked around the exhibition hall maintaining a decent distance.
Whenever Kwon Yool wanted to say something, he would slightly cover his mouth with his hand to avoid bothering other visitors.
Then he would lean towards Seo Yeon.
Each time, Seo Yeon would also lean in closer to him to listen to the story.
The warm breeze stirred by his voice in the small space they created together tickled Seo Yeon’s ear.
Every time Kwon Yool spoke, Seo Yeon would nod vigorously or reply sincerely.
The unexpected company with him exceeded her expectations.
“What kind of painting do you like, Miss Seo Yeon?”
Before he started talking, he took a short breath with a ‘sigh’, and even slightly rubbed his palm on his pants. The nervous figure of a big man seemed innocent.
“It’s the painting I saw where I met you, Yool.”
“It may sound too intentional, but in fact, I also liked that painting and stood for a long time.”
Seo Yeon giggled and laughed.
Then, his face, which had turned red from awkwardness, gradually found its own color and brought out a story gently.
His voice was like the subtly played piano melody. Slowly, yet clearly and melodically.
Seo Yeon liked the Saturday exhibition she attended with him more than the silent Wednesday one.
After the two had a round at the main building, Kwon Yool asked.
“How about a refreshing coffee?”
When Seo Yeon made an okay sign by rolling her finger, Kwon Yool pointed a few times towards the entrance.
Getting out of the exhibition hall and going out for coffee, the car was the problem. Seo Yeon, who was looking around, pointed to a vending machine.
“I want to drink vending machine drinks after a long time. The one with jelly in the second row from the top.”
Kwon Yool, who smiled broadly, took out a bill from his wallet and bought a can of drink.
Then he wiped the can’s mouth with a handkerchief and handed it over to Seo Yeon’s hand. His caring was evident in his handing over, careful not to drop it.
“Do you want to walk only to the stone wall ahead, not far?”
“Okay.”
The two people passed through a winding path like a secluded path and headed towards the main gate.
The scorching sun was hidden behind the clouds, making it much more comfortable to walk. They walked silently, matching their pace along the beautiful stone wall path.
As the small petals fluttered, Seo Yeon’s gaze moved along. His hand was where her eyes landed.
She was gripping her left hand holding the drink so tightly that her bones stood out white.
Moreover, the right hand that balled into a fist, as if there was something to say, wandered near the lips and soon covered the mouth.
How much silence must have flowed.
His voice came above Seo Yeon’s head.
“I’ve been waiting. Miss Seo Yeon… a call.”
The spring breeze gently shook Kwon Yool’s bangs, and Seo Yeon’s gaze settled down where it passed.
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