Narrator's POV

Yoonjo and Miyoung talked for a long time, ranging from Yoonjo's life to what they were probably having for dinner.

As they were talking about where Miyoung studied and how torturous it was, Yoonjo felt something wet drip onto her face.

Then another.

Then another.

She glanced up and, sure enough, there were dark rain clouds overhead.

"We better get going. This rain doesn't look like it's going to stop until a few hours later. Do you want to come to my house for a cup of tea?" Miyoung put a hand above her head to prevent any extra raindrops to fall onto her face.

"Sure."

It was a short walk to Miyoung's apartment.

Five minutes at most.

By then, the rain was pouring down in buckets.

"Hurry. Get inside. I need to start the heater. You look like you're going to get sick." Miyoung ushered Yoonjo into her home.

Yoonjo cautiously stepped onto the welcome mat.

Boxes. 

That's all that basically made up the apartment.

Miyoung took off her shoes and weaved around the pile of boxes, heading towards what looked like the kitchen.

The apartment was large.

No.

This shouldn't be an apartment.

More like a mansion.

Huge ceiling-to-floor windows lined the apartment, overlooking the glorious city of Seoul.

A nice white couch was probably the only unwrapped furniture in the whole place.

"Your place looks neat." Yoonjo commented, looking around. 

"It does? It's really messy though." Miyoung hurried out of the kitchen and handed Yoonjo a cup of piping hot tea. 

"I was planning on cleaning a bit later." she chuckled to herself.

Yoonjo took a tentative sip before she gladly gulped it down, the warm liquid easily sliding down .

"I was wondering, unnie. You never really talked about yourself." Yoonjo tilted her head to the side and kicked her feet back and forth.

"I didn't?" Miyoung scratched her head a little bit in confusion before her face lit up. "I didn't!"

Yoonjo couldn't help chuckling.

How is Miyoung older than her?

"So you know I'm 24. I studied overseas right after I graduated high school here..." Miyoung trailed off.

"Yes, I know that. Give me some juicy information!" Yoonjo jabbed Miyoung with her elbow, almost spilling the tea that was in Miyoung's hand.

"OK, OK. I studied psychology at UCSD-"

"YOU MEAN YOU WENT TO THE UCSD? THE BEST PSYCHOLOGY SCHOOL IN AMERICA?!" Yoonjo waved her empty cup around.

"Yes, the one and only. Anyways, I have a bachelor's degree in psychology and I'm hoping that I would get a job as a school psychologist since my specialty is teenager behaviors. Anything else you wanna know?" Miyoung placed her empty cup on a table that somehow magically appeared.

"Are you living with anyone else here? I mean, this place is HUGE!" Yoonjo emphasized the fact by waving her arms around the open space.

Miyoung frowned a little before saying, "No, I'm forever alone here."