Yerin snaps out of her shock. "Wait wait, why are you putting handcuffs on her?" She stops the officer from locking Sinb's other hand. "That uhm, won't be necessary," she laughs nervously. "We can just go to the station... right?" 

Before Somi can say anything, Yerin grabs the other cuff and puts it around her own wrist, making Sinb very confused. "Let's go?" The older breathes out, looking into the eyes of the woman she's longed for the past year.

--

A week ago 

"You'll never believe it! I saw my ex today at work!!!"

Sojung up an eyebrow. "...why are you so happy?"

"Because I got my revenge!!!" Eunha shakes the taller's shoulders in her excitement. "So he was on a date with another girl, right? After my shift, I went up to their table with makeshift tears in my eyes and said 'Oppa... I can't believe you've been cheating on me.' Oh, you should have seen the look on their faces!"

"How'd the girl react?"

"Please! After I said I loved him and that I'm breaking up with him, the moment I turned around, she started pulling at his hair."

Sojung laughs, and brings her girlfriend closer to her side. "I'm guessing he deserved it."

"Of course! It doesn't matter if it was seven years ago, he still ghosted me. That's what he gets for not knowing how to end a relationship properly, so I did it for him," she proudly shrugs.

"I see." Sojung sighs as she caresses the other's shoulder. "I'm glad I don't have any bad exes, because I never dated anyone before you." She takes a hold of Eunha's left hand and her ring finger. "Hopefully, it'll only be you."

-

No matter what shoes Yuna wears, she could still sprint like an Olympic runner. She obviously prefers sneakers, but she's a woman who loves heels too.

High hopes that the ones she has on don't break though.

"Someone stop him! YAH STOP!" 

The lad doesn't stop, but takes the opportunity to change directions at a cross walk.

"STOP!"

Thankfully, someone blocks his way and pulls at his clothes, bringing them to the floor. 

"I got him! I got him!" the person shouts, clinging to the lad's leg.

When Yuna catches up, she throws her heels off and pulls the lad up by his collar.

"Ms. Choi, please! AH YAH why are you doing this?!" He jerks his shirt away from her grip.

"...yah?" Yuna rolls her sleeves up. "YAH?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO?!" She takes one of his ears and pulls it down, making him feel like she's going to pull it off. "I. Am. Your. Teacher."

As she continues to scold, the one that stopped the boy gets up from the ground, patting away dust from her sleeves and pants, and checking if she has any cuts or rips.

Yuna turns around and sees the boy's parents have finally caught up. "It must be so hard raising him, isn't it?" She lets go of his ear and pushes him forward to face his parents. "Apologize. Now."

"...I'm— I'm sorry."

The parents sigh in relief and bow excessively in gratitude. "Thank you so much, Ms. Choi. Thank you!"

She bows as well in respect. "Ey, It's no problem." When they walk further away, she yells, "Don't run away from home again! You hear me?! I know where you go!" She chuckles to herself. "Happy birthday, by the way!!!" 

Breathing out as her chuckles die down, she hears a clack at her feet beside her. When the other smiles that smile, Yuna can't help but smile too. Slipping her feet into her heels, she sighs, "It's been a while, Kim Yewon."

After what felt like eternity of just staring into each other's eyes, the younger asks, "Do you want to get a drink?"

Hours of talking, laughing, drinking— it made them remember about the time they were together. The dates they went on, the support they gave each other, the intimacy: all great memories.

But the more they talked and the more alcohol they drank, the bad parts of their relationship began to resurface again; the reason why they broke up in the first place.

"Whaaat? You live with Hwang Eunbi?" Yuna slurs.

"I use her place as a studio... for work." Yewon hiccups, tracing her finger along the shot glass.

"And what was that other girl? Juuung... Eunha? She lives nearby... right?"

"There you go again," she rolls her eyes.

The older clicks her tongue, running her hand through her hair. "Let's be honest... we're not dating anymore. Nothing to hide anymore... Who do you have feelings for?"

Yewon scoffs and closes her eyes, trying to lessen her dizziness.

"Hwang or Jung?"

"Don't you remember... when you beat me up that day in the street?"

"Hwang Eunbi or Jung Eunha."

"It hurt a lot—"

Yuna slams the table. "HWANG OR JUNG!!!"

Yewon starts to sing a sad song at the top of her lungs, not caring if she's in tune or not.

They got kicked out of the bar that night.

-

Present

Sitting side by side at the police station, Yerin finds the courage to hold Sinb's hand. The latter couldn't exactly let go, considering their hands are cuffed together.

"So this is your camera bag, Jung Yerin?" the officer asks.

She sighs and grievingly nods, "Yes. It's mine."

Somi takes the contents out one by one. "A digital, a Polaroid, looks like this one is a film camera... Mm batteries and cables are in the pocket." She taps her partner. "Inspect the cameras."

As the other officer looks through the components, Yerin rubs her neck. "Is this uh... Is this necessary? We got the cameras, but I don't really care about them. Sinb's more important to me," she pleads. "S—"

"I'll write up the arrest report."

That causes Sinb to straighten up in her chair. "A-arrest report?"

"What's that?" the older asks.

Somi explains, "Since you were arrested without a warrant, I need to write one up. From then on, the detectives will take over."

"Detecti—"

"Miss Lee Sinb, you stole Jung Yerin's cameras. True?"

"No—"

"Wait." The architect squeezes their laced hands together. "After the detectives take over, what happens?"

The officer folds her arms. "Theft is no light matter. Even if the stolen item doesn't cost a lot, you will still be brought to court. Maybe even jail."

"Jail?!" Yerin chokes.

"We'll begin with personal information. Name: Lee Sinb. Do you have an I.D. I can see?"

Yerin chuckles, "Wait wait wait. I didn't officially report her or anything. You don't have to do thi—"

"But you did. Seven times."

She blinks and turns to look at Sinb, who's also giving her a blank look. She smiles awkwardly as she tries to explain. "Sinb! I uh, didn't report you. I was drunk, and I missed you a lot. I just really really wanted to find you! So i—"

"Miss Lee Sinb. Your I.D. please."

The said woman opens but