Chae Won heard Da Eun said it to Yoo Bi. She glanced at the
table where he used to sat. The girls had it a “reserved”
plate from this morning, waiting for Joong Ki to show up.
It almost a week now but he never came.

Yoo Bi turned to face Chae Won who pretends to count the
money from cash machine, but ended up forgot the amount and
she had to start all over again.

“Eonni, you’re friends with Joong Ki oppa, right? Did he
call you?”

The last time she met him was when he had a dinner at her
house after helped her working in the café. She never saw
him afterward.

Chae Won only gave her a soft smile.

“Aaaaah, days became boring without him. Joong Ki-oppa...
where are you? We missed you.” Yoo Bi whined.

Chae Won fell silent. Did he decide to forget her and move
on with his life? If she’s him, she would do the same to
forget about a girl that was clearly said she didn’t love
him and always hurting him, starting from not seeing her
anymore.

“Moon Chae Won, isn’t this what you want? So don’t look
like you’re hurting when it’s you who hurts him in the
first place.” She whispered to herself.

That afternoon, Chae Won went to the Church to visit Joong
Seon. She hasn’t been there all week.

“Joong Seon-ah. Eomma’s here. How are you?” She stands in
front of her son’s columbarium and staring at the picture
of him.

“Kwang Soo-sshi, thank you for coming. I believed you must
be busy but you still came. Yeong So was so lucky to have
you as a friend.”

Kwang Soo smiled to a middle aged ahjumma, though his eyes
were swollen from the tears. He just got news that one of
his best friends since high school died from the long
sickness so he finished the drama shooting and immediately
came to the funeral to pay his last respect.

“Ahjumoni, don’t say that. I’m lucky to have him as my
friend too. I’m so sad that he leaves us so soon.” He spoke
with a cracked voice to her friend’s mother.

After he hugged her, he leaves.

Kwang Soo comes down to where the columbariums were lined
up. He meant to take a back door to leave because it’s the
fastest way to get to where his car is parked. But looking
around and realized there’s no one there makes him chilled.

All he wants right now is just to get out from this place
as fast as he could. But his steps are stopped when he
heard someone’s voice.

“... I’m sorry for drove him away without making him know
about you, Joong Seon-ah. I know I should’ve told him but
you know why I didn’t, right?”

The voice is somewhat familiar to him, though he can’t
remember whose voice was that. Curious, he walked towards
where it came.

“…I should go. Be a good boy okay? Eomma will visit you
again tomorrow.”

“Chae Won-sshi?”

Chae Won got shocked when she saw who it was that called
her name.

“L, Lee Kwang Soo-sshi....” she speechless.

“So I’m right. I knew I heard someone familiar to me is
speaking to… who you’re speaking with?”

“Ne? N, No one…”

“Ye? But… you said eomma, good boy, Joong Seon? Are you
with someone?” Kwang Soo innocently asked. He saw the
columbarium behind Chae Won and glanced at Joong Seon’s
picture.

Chae Won tried to block his sight, which was an impossible
thing to do since their height difference is quite apart.

“K, Kwang Soo-sshi. Can we talk outside? It seems
inappropriate if we’re talking here.” She reminded him
where they are with her eyes looked around the place. He
noticed what she meant.

“O, oh. Let’s go.”

Kwang Soo drove Chae Won home. He got surprised when he saw
where she’s living, a café where he, Bo Young and Joong Ki
went to a month ago.

He followed her in. He can’t hide his height, but he still
should hide his face with an eyeglass and cap from his car,
thought there are not much guests at the café today.

“This café is yours, Chae Won-sshi? But how come we didn’t
saw you that night?” he asked when Chae Won brought him a
coffee to their table.

Chae Won smiled to him.

They sat silently for a moment. Kwang Soo stared at Chae
Won who’s gazing out the street through the window. He
noticed her became more beautiful than he can remember. He
wondered if Joong Ki had met her again.

“Are you trying to sipping the glass too, Kwang Soo-sshi?”

Her voice snapped Kwang Soo’s mind back. He realized that
his ice coffee has run out –even the ice-- but he still
sipping on it. Cha