It was something that could be done via email, but since the author wasn’t replying, there was no choice.

She went to Jihyun’s publishing company, but he wasn’t there. Naeun decisively turned her car toward Woojin’s house.

It was necessary to meet at least once to restore the awkward relationship from before.

And this time, they should resolve everything that had built up between them without arguing.

After parking in the underground parking lot, Naeun called Woojin’s intercom, but there was no response.

Helplessly, she came out of the underground parking lot and headed towards the entrance.

She intended to follow anyone entering the building.

But at that moment, someone familiar came out with a trash bag.

Wearing blue jeans and a green hoodie, just like when they first met, Sooyoung, looking like she was in a school uniform, approached, scanning Naeun up and down before greeting her.

“Hello?”

“Oh? Uh… Hello?”
Sooyoung, unable to recognize Naeun, who was taller than herself, raised her head at her voice and then bowed it again.

“Are you on your way home now?”

Seeing the bag on Sooyoung’s back, Naeun asked.

“Yes, I’m about to leave.”

“Is Woojin at home?”

“Yes.”

As Naeun seemed to want to say something more, Sooyoung stood awkwardly on the stairs.

Naeun looked down at her, then shifted her gaze to the trash bag.

“Isn’t there a disposal chute at home?”

“Oh, yes. But recyclables need to be discarded separately…”

“It must be tough working.”

Although Naeun said it with a sympathetic expression, Sooyoung responded calmly.

“Well, Mr. Seol Woojin is naturally tidy, so there’s not much work.”

“Ah, he’s always been like that.”

Nevertheless, Naeun had no intention of leaving.

As Sooyoung’s arm gradually started to hurt, she bowed her head first and went down the stairs. At that moment, Naeun suddenly called her.

“Wait, want to have a cup of tea?”

“Huh? Oh, sure…”

Sooyoung nodded and walked briskly toward the recycling bin, wondering what Naeun wanted to talk about.

Seated across from each other in the coffee shop they had visited with Seol Jihyun before, the two had Americanos in front of them.

Actually, because they had coffee with Woojin before, Naeun wanted a different drink. However, strangely, she couldn’t confidently say the drink she wanted, as she had done with Jihyun.

If they had just agreed to each order what they wanted, they would have chosen their desired drin
I said what I couldn’t say back then. The work I do now as a lyricist is not much different from when I was a housekeeper, but anyway, he said he’s a manager.

“Manager?”

“Yes. Manager Seol Woojin.”

“Sigh….”

As a sigh, escaping from her lips, Sooyoung stared intently at her.

“So, what do you do?”

“What?”

“You’re a manager, right? Then what do you do?”

When she asked like that, there was nothing specific to say. The work as a housekeeper and a manager is the same.

“Does Woojin like you?”

Naeun asked straightforwardly. Honestly, Sooyoung’s feelings didn’t matter.

Even in high school, many girls liked Woojin because of his outstanding appearance.

What she was really curious about was Woojin’s feelings.

But afraid to ask him, she ended up asking the naive Sooyoung.

“Do you like Seol Woojin?”

“What? Yes. Well, I like him.”

Sooyoung, who was expected to hesitate in her response, surprisingly spoke calmly. Naeun then entered a more serious questioning stance.

“Even though he’s physically uncomfortable and has a sharp personality, what do you like about him?”

To that, Sooyoung chuckled and said, “He’s handsome…”

Even after saying that, looking at her embarrassed laughter, Naeun had a genuinely puzzled expression. No one had openly admitted such things because of his appearance…

But there was some sympathy for her words. Naeun also fell for Woojin’s appearance at first.

After spending some time, she would realize that appearance isn’t everything.

At the same time, Naeun felt a bitter taste. Even though she knew Woojin’s personality was sharp, she still wanted him by her side.

“Is it okay that Woojin can’t see? You have to keep helping him.”

“There’s not much to help with, right? He eats well, dresses well, and writes. Oh, he’s good at cooking.”

“Cooking? Woojin?”

“Yes.”

Naeun suddenly remembered when he made kimbap during the high school festival. Was he going back to those times?

“Surprising.”

Naeun mumbled softly.

“Woojin was incredibly popular in high school. Not only for his looks, but he was also really smart. He never failed to win awards at math competitions, coding competitions, and science competitions. He wrote really well. He even published under a pen name.”

Upon hearing that he had been good at writing for a long time, Sooyoung glanced at her and gradually widened her eyes. Could it be…

Suddenly, Sooyoung looked around, leaned over the table, and asked in a discreet voice.

“Could it be… Seol Woojin is Seol Yong, the one who wrote and ?”

“How do you know? Did Ji Hyun oppa tell you?”

“Really? Really?”

Surprised, Sooyoung covered her open mouth with both hands.