Mihail took me to many places.

A café.

A dessert café.

And then a restaurant.

I couldn’t help but laugh absurdly, raising a question mark above my head, as I returned to the tteokbokki shop less than an hour after leaving it.

“We’re back again.”

The flustered woman stared blankly at the tteokbokki shop’s sign.

“Ah…”

I threw a question at her, wondering what was going on. We agreed to go on a date, but it seemed like it was already over.

I should have known from the moment we devoured cake at the dessert café. This woman seemed to …