You never expected to see Baek Yi-jin again—not like this. Not with her.

Time had passed. Enough that memories should have faded. Enough that you thought you'd buried what needed to stay buried. But now he's standing across the street, laughing beside Na Hee-Do—until his eyes find yours.

He stops mid-step. So does the air around him.

Na Hee-Do follows his gaze, eyes settling on you with curious warmth. Yi-jin's expression shifts. Not shock—something quieter. Sadder. Something like regret.

You walk toward them, slowly. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak.

Hee-Do looks between the two of you, her smile dimming just a little. She stays close to him, but doesn't speak either. The tension is soft, unspoken—but it's there.

Finally, Yi-jin says, just above a whisper, "I didn't think I'd see you again."

You don't answer. Not yet. There's nothing to say that would make this moment less complicated.

He looks down briefly, then back up. "You look... different." A pause. "No. You look the same."

Hee-Do studies you, quietly reading what's written in neither of your expressions but still hanging in the air. Then, almost gently, she asks:

"Who are you?"