The sun had already set by the time Kiyoko reached her street. Before she could go up to her apartment, she saw from the corner of her eye a slightly large minivan stopping right in front of the entertainment agency. She stopped momentarily to see who it was and to her surprise, there he was. “Hey kid.” He waved at her when he saw her standing there all on her own. “Hey old man.” She waved back while slowly walking up to him. “Rough day at work?” She asked him when she saw his sweat drenched t-shirt. “You could say that.” Rowoon shrugged. Kiyoko remembered what Doctor Shim advised her to do. “Are you busy?” She asked him. “Not exactly. I was just about to clock out. Why?” Rowoon asked. “I thought of having some convenience store dinner, and maybe I need someone nagging at me to not light up a cigarette. Maybe.. I don’t know.” Kiyoko shrugged. “Are you sure you want me there nagging at you for something we argued about just a week ago?” Rowoon made sure. “Or maybe you just don’t want to look like a loser sitting at a convenience store alone eating dinner.” He continued. “You know, for someone who criticized me for smoking, you’re tempting me right about now.” Kiyoko spat. “You know what? Forget it, forget I asked.” Kiyoko turned around irritatedly. “Wait! Actually convenience store dinner does sound pretty good, and I’m starved. Hold up let me tell the boys.” Rowoon said before turning around to inform one of his team members, the same boy from the rooftop that day. “Alright, let’s go.” Rowoon jogged back to Kiyoko and together they made their way to the convenience store.

“You know, I haven’t gotten your name.” Rowoon pointed out. “It’s Kiyoko, Kiyoko Mori. So stop referring to me as ‘kid’. ” She answered him. “Are you Japanese?” Rowoon asked. “Quarter.” She simply replied. “Just a quarter? You look a lot more mixed than just a quarter Japanese though.” Rowoon said while pointing at her hazel eyes. “I’m a quarter Japanese, a quarter Australian and half Korean.” Kiyoko explained. “Ah.. which one of your folks is the Australian?” Rowoon questioned. “My mom. She was part Japanese part Australian, I inherited these eyes from her.” Kiyoko pointed towards her eyes. “Well, my name is Kim Rowoon.” He introduced himself. “I knew that.” Kiyoko surprised him with her knowledge of his name. “How’d you know?” Rowoon continued to ask her. “I remember vaguely someone calling you that name while we were up on that rooftop.” She explained. “I also heard someone saying that you were staring at me while I was asleep?” Kiyoko continued. “What? I did not!” Rowoon replied flabbergasted. “Sure.” Kiyoko turned to narrow her eyes at him and smirked. Before they knew it, they already made it to the convenience store where they first met. After purchasing their respective cup noodles, they sat at a table outside and waited for the noodles to cook in the boiling water. “So,” Kiyoko started, “what do you do?” she asked. “What do I do?” Rowoon asked, not understanding her question. “Yeah, like what do you do in your company?” She asked. “I’m a trainee.” He answered her before taking a sip of his bottle of water. “So what are you good at other than acting like a mom?” Kiyoko sassed. “Mind you, on top of nagging AND cooking, I can dance and sing.” Rowoon proudly stated. “What are you good at other than breaking the law?” Rowoon sassed back. “I- uh.. Nothing. I guess you win this one.” Kiyoko said softly. “What