All of a sudden, she felt lucky that she’d worn her favorite dress, and chuckled under her breath. The boy continued scanning the ballroom disinterestedly, as if looking for something or someone to brighten up his day and when he looked into her eyes, she nearly dropped the glass. He wasn’t merely handsome. He was beautiful. Do I look away? Or should I smile?

“Was that an honest comment, or honestly out of obligation?” She boldly smiled back, a challenging glint in her eyes and watched, as his gaze flickered—from annoyance or amusement, she could not tell.

“Open up for the airplane!” She said in a singsong, and the man snorted before opening his mouth wide. She knew exactly what he was about to say, pressing the cold spoon against his lips.

“My ice cream is not wasabi-flavored.” He laughed, biting the spoon and pulling it out of her grasp. 

She heard his distinct ringtone, the absurdly cheerful one he’d specially set for her calls and heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the back of the man. There he is. Jogging over, she noticed the body on the ground, a white cloth over the entire body.

“Jongdae! What...”

The phone fell to the ground with a small ‘crash’, and her hands fell limply to her sides.