She promised to never forget him, and he swore to himself to stay, no matter what — now, he can't leave.

She calls again the next week, and this time, Myungsoo’s prepared to what she has to ask. He gazes out at his customers—one teenager girl with dyed blonde hair, two businessmen in black suits, five other teenagers—while waiting for her to finally say something.

It’s the same question.

“Where are you?”

“I’m working. At our coffee shop,” he replies, flatly.

She stays quiet, and he knows she’s trying to remember. She’s letting the words sink in. It takes her ten minutes before answering, and Myungsoo’s too busy making coffee to his new customer to hear, as she murmurs: “When did we buy a coffee shop?”