I really wanted to put Woozi in a jar and throw it into the sea or put it next to the jam.

I walked with my head down the streets of Gangnam, from time to time looked at the little paper with the directions to the supermarket and tried to keep my scarf up from revealing my identity. It was cold outside even though I had about four shirts and two coats and it seemed like it would snow at any moment.

It took me a few minutes to get to the supermarket. I took a green cart and headed to the top of the list Mingyu had given me: Milk.

I went into the dairy hall and looked at the price options I had. Seungcheol had asked me to verify the best price because if we took the leader's economy lightly, he couldn't keep twelve stomachs without the help of the company.

I started to put things on the list in the cart, didn't pay much attention to what was around me so I ended up colliding with another person.

"Ahh, I'm sorry, I didn't see where ..." I was looking up from the floor to the face of ... a girl and she did not look at all Korean. She was really pretty and had golden eyes. I felt something tickle in my memory before looking away, taking a fierce interest in the contents of the girl's cart: It was full of boxes of cereal. That was strange, so I looked away again and had to take the first thing I found in my cart: chocolate. "I didn't see where I was going. If you excuse me ..."

And I walked away from there, still feeling her gaze on my back. I was already in the toothpaste section and could not figure out why the girl looked familiar ... Unless ... Nah, it couldn't be Elise ... she'd moved in for about ten years ...

I check around in the hope that the girl still hadn't left, and was lucky, she was in the shampoo section and that was the next destination I had, and in fact ... the last. I sneaked up and left the cart at the entrance to the hallway. I started pretending to see some hair products and then I stopped about ten feet away from her, glancing occasionally toward her direction.

"Are you following me?" She asked as she caught me trying to get a better view of her face. (Still the same, by the way, but prettier) "Are you one of those stalker guys?"

"No!" I shouted at once. She seemed to be surprised and started to stare at me, again. Oh, I think she recognized my voice, didn't she? "I'm not a stalker, I was just passing by and ..."

"Hansol,...." She said, interrupting me while a great sign of understanding passed thro