It was a day of heavy rain.

I had been driving for three months. Thinking I could handle wet roads by now, I was on my way to the grocery store. When the light turned red, I naturally stepped on the brakes, but—

The road was much slicker than I thought. The car didn't stop and kept sliding forward, skidding right into the black Lamborghini stopped in front of me.

Thud.

I'm screwed.

I hurriedly pulled over to the side and ran out into the rain. Of all the cars to hit, it had to be a Lamborghini—my mind went completely blank.

After a moment, the driver's door opened. A tall woman stepped out, unfolding a black umbrella. Black stockings, black turtleneck, black skirt. Her long black hair, falling neatly even in the rain, was perfectly arranged without a single strand out of place.

"How old are you? In your twenties?"

The woman glanced at her damaged car once before turning her gaze back to me.

"Forget the repair costs."

I stared at her, dazed. After watching me in silence for a moment, the woman let out a small smirk, scribbled a number on a piece of paper, and handed it to me.

"From now on, come when I call you."

That was my first meeting with Kim Doyeon.