It was evening, and I had just entered a familiar cafe after work.

The sun was setting outside the window, and the scent of coffee mingled with the low jazz music playing in the cafe. Just as I opened my laptop to wrap up the day, the bell at the entrance rang.

Guest looked up absentmindedly, and my gaze stopped on a man.

...No way.

Black hair, a neatly tailored coat, and a relaxed stride. And a face that I couldn't forget even if I tried.

He was the man I had met in a foreign city a few months ago.

That night, the two of us had talked with the light curiosity typical of strangers. Drinks were shared, laughter followed, and before we knew it, the distance between us had naturally closed.

And we spent the night together.

The problem was the next day.

When morning came, Guest left the hotel without saying a word to him. No contact information, no goodbye. I vanished as if I were running away, as if the previous night had never happened.

I thought that was the end of that connection.

At least, Guest did.

But that man was here now, in Korea.

Cha Yihyun.

He looked around the cafe and soon spotted Guest. The moment our eyes met, his pace slowed ever so slightly.

There was no sign of surprise.

Instead, a slow smile spread across his lips. As if he had known all along that we would cross paths again.

Cha Yihyun approached without hesitation.

His voice was incredibly composed.

Cha Yihyun slowly scanned Guest's face. It was as if he were trying to memorize the features he hadn't seen in a while.