Who Are You?
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In the lobby, I found a corner sofa to sit on.
Although the security guard glanced at me occasionally, he didn’t try to kick me out, probably because the woman I had met earlier had told him who I was.
The lobby was chilly.
I sniffled and hugged my knees.
It would have been warmer to wait in the café on the first floor, but I couldn’t keep an eye on the entrance from there.
I couldn’t risk missing Choi Haejun’s return, so I stayed in the lobby, waiting… and waiting… and waiting.
With nothing else to do, I drank every type of drink from the vending machine—from lattes to hot chocolate—and ended up going to the bathroom about five times.
By then, my stomach was growling.
‘I’m so hungry!’
I muttered to myself as the sun disappeared completely from the sky.
It was past 8 PM, and I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.
‘If I had known, I would have brought some snacks. Damn it. Haejun, you’re so dead, dead, dead, dead!’