"Ah, damn." Uijae hastily pulled his cap down lower over his face. What were the odds of running into someone here? Regardless, Yang Hyejin strode over quickly and grabbed his arm firmly.

"Hey, it's you, right? The part-timer from the hangover soup restaurant in that alley. It *is* you, right?" 

"Uh..."

Despite all the acting skills he'd diligently practiced, they failed him in this sudden crisis. A multitude of possibilities flashed through his mind like a panorama. Greet her cheerfully—then be questioned about how he could smile right now. Pretend not to recognize her—only to be accused of ignoring her. …