Grandmother still hasn't contacted me after a fortnight of housesitting and I was getting bored and worried at the same time. For a high-class condo unit, the wifi at the 80th floor does not work. I have repeatedly told the former housesitter about it and she just shrugged saying the wifi never worked here. Now, two weeks later, the old sitter is gone, I'm wifi-less, and left to solely care for a house and an entire rooftop garden.    I didn't know about the garden until yesterday which was Ahjumma Sandi's last day. I don't even know any real gardening. It was grandmother who always 'gardened', and I was left with the cleaning and watering. I tried to tell Ahjumma Sandi about this but she just told me it'll be alright and for me to just use common sense and to haul the fertilizer she last bought which are now waiting at the basement. Ahjumma Sandi did not even tell me why she was leaving this job.   It turns out, the fertilizer was not of commercial-grade quality. Instead it was a dozen sacks of fresh cow manure. The basement guard-on-duty was relieved to see me start hauling a sack to my wheelbarrow. He complained that the smell was starting to spread all over the underground parking lot. He did help me haul one sack to the barrow and pushed it towards the elevator, but he couldn't leave the basement unguarded. Good thing the sacks weren't that heavy and I only have to push the wheelbarrow for a few meters once I reach the rooftop.   What was unforgivable was the smell. It lingered clothes, my hair, my skin, and I think, even my soul. You sort of become immune to it though, you don't notice it anymore or you just somehow trick your mind to believe you've slathered Chanel No. 5 all over your body.    It would have all worked out fine. Except when it didn't. All because the elevator door opened on the second floor on my last fertilizer haul, and Lee-Freakin-Hyukjae stepped inside the metal contraption. His hands automatically flew to cover his nostrils, his eyes widening (as if in pain) to size of pennies, his mouth clamped shut, his feet involuntarily stepping towards the note closed elevator doors.   Worse, he was with his family. All sporting the same reaction. All contributing to my early demise from spontaneous combustion related to noxious embarrassment inhalation.   "I get off at the rooftop," were my last words.         ***               The disaster of finally meeting my idol in a non-mediated serendipitous manner has only happened two hours ago and I could not stop sniffling and cringing in embarrassment. I was at the rooftop garden I was supposed to tend. The sacks of cow manure have been locked away inside the small shed on the far side of the garden to help me forget about recent events. But it was not doing anything good to alleviate my state of mind.   "Maybe he won't recognize me," I muttered.   "Of course he won't recognize me. He doesn't even know me! Right?! Right!!" Sniff. Sniff. "I'll forever be the smelly fertilizer girl in his recent memory. Argh ever smelly fangirl!"   I even texted Jin about my run-in with Lee Hyukjae but, so far, all she kept texting back were LOL-ing gifs and emojis. I blocked her calls then. Even if the elevator incident has been a disaster, at least I now know where he and his family lives. And that's right here in Songpa Towers! They were too comfortable (Well, as comfortable as they could be given the circumstances) in the building so that rules them out as visitors. Besides, there was no one else guiding them to the 75th floor. Perhaps I should just relish this piece of newly-discovered information about my idol. I should concentrate on the happy side and not dwell too much in the embarrassing things. Moreover, I should concentrate on verifying Gran's whereabouts. It's not unusual for her to be gone for many days without updates but it has been two weeks and she has never been fine for that long before.   And yeah, remember that Lee Hyukjae doesn't know me. Lee Hyukjae does not know the smelly fertilizer girl inside the elevator. He does not know me!   "He does not know the smelly fertilizer girl!!" I shouted to the bushes across me.   "Excuse me, would you please keep it down," a voice commanded from my right and my lips stuck together in surprise.   I'm busted, I thought. Again, I long to form words to explain and to apologize