Second Lesson
'Should I touch last night's subject? Should I thank him? Should I question what he was doing in my neighborhood, and how did he know where I was? Or might he answer, '... I am a Hunter, Jung.' like it was the most obvious thing in the world?' the young fairy was hurrying toward him.
They're meeting at the capital's most famous secondhand bookstore.
The Hunter looked up from the book to watch Eun Ha's arrival. He was standing near a low shelf, in his Yohji Yamamoto style black clothes; his hair tousled as usual. Eun Ha couldn't understand why her heart sped up at that gaze of him. It was broad daylight, and they were surrounded by people. He was not even in his intimidating mode. Yet...
'Aish, who does he think he is? Constantine? Wolverine?' A little annoyed she thought. She bowed with the necessary deference as she reached her tutor, who closed the book he was reading with a snap.
"Jung."
"Professor Shin."