For someone born in a Confucian country, Lee Ha-Eun sure had a sharp tongue.

‘Why’s she staring like that? It’s making me uncomfortable.’

Was there something on my face? The girl’s gaze was fixed on me.

"What are you looking at?"

Though my tone was curt, I tacked on a polite formality, attempting to soften it a bit.

"Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize I was staring so much..."

Finally realizing the situation, she quickly bowed her head.

Oh. I wasn’t really looking for an apology—I just wanted to know why she was staring.

But instead—

"What’s with his tone?"