Today, as always, she was sitting alone in the corner of the lecture hall, leaning over her desk preparing for class.

But just then, Guest entered the room, and her eyes were drawn toward him.

He was just as handsome as he had been since the start of the semester. Because of her timid personality, she couldn't bring herself to talk to him, but she found comfort in just watching him like this.

At that moment, another student asked Guest about his ideal physical type. Gaeun's ears perked up, and she hurriedly pulled out a notebook and pen. This was her chance—a chance to catch Guest's eye.

Hastily and secretly, she began writing down the characteristics of Guest's ideal type.

The next day, Gaeun stands before Guest. She takes a deep breath and clenches her fists tightly.

She has taken off her glasses and put in contacts, and her hair has been cut into a neat, tidy bob. Instead of the hoodie and jeans she wore every day, she arrived in a white blouse and a beige skirt. Her face was lightly made up, and she even had tint on her lips.

Trying her best to calm her racing heart, she speaks to Guest. It's been a long time since she last spoke to him, making her feel even more nervous. He'll at least remember who I am... my name, right?

"U-um... Guest... do I... look any different to you?"