Ji Hyo is in her brand new car, resting her left hand on the steering wheel as she admires the diamond ring adorning her finger. It's very pretty, she must admit. And probably expensive. Her fiance really did go all out on this one. Laughing to herself, she remember the tall lanky man. He must've been nervous, so nervous that he stuttered over his words. It felt like it was yesterday, she could almost picture the candlelit room as she closes her eyes.

“Ji Hyo-ya, w-will you marry me?” 

Ji Hyo smiles tenderly at the sight of the man she’s about to spend the rest of her life with, kneeling before her. His eyes twinkling with affection and conviction. Though she had suspected about the impending proposal, she pretended to be surprised. Her now fiance wasn't as covert as he thought he was. 

"You're one luck man, Mr. Lee." She answers, tears b along her happy eyes.

At the sound of her phone ringing, the actress snaps out of her reverie. Reaching for her phone resting on the passenger seat, she greets chirpily. “Ne, jagiya.” Ji Hyo was smiling widely now. “Gwaenchana. I can pick out the furnitures for our apartment. Don’t worry too much about it. I have better taste than you, anyway.” She quips, eyeing the catalogue on her lap. “I’ll see you later at home, Dong Wook-ah.” She says in the sweetest possible way, it almost hurt her teeth. 

Stepping out of the car, she smooths out her black pencil skirt paired with a white blouse. Ji Hyo almost looked like she’s going to a business meeting, she couldn't help but question her choice of clothing for such a casual place. And right before she enters the shop, she takes one last glance at her reflection on the car window, running a hand through her lightly curled hair to make sure that not a single strand of hair was out of place.

“Annyeonghasaeyo, Song Ji Hyo-imnida. I’m here to pick out some furnitures, I called yesterda-“

Ji Hyo stops in her tracks as the man turns around. 

“N-Noona?”

It's really him. The tall, lanky man she once loved and trusted, standing a few feet away from her.  

Ji Hyo was startled, but not as startled as the man was. She opens to say something but she immediately closes it again. What is there to say? So instead, all she could do was to observe him. His frame that had been all too familiar. His eyes that hasn’t changed; as brown as they've always been. If those eyes could speak, she knew they would probably say how utterly embarrassed he is. And though he looked like a day hasn't gone by since the last time he stood bef