Seungwoo, who had a major heartbreak a few years ago, has been working and drinking without meeting any friends, let alone meeting women. Seungwoo's mother, Hayeon, sighed as she looked at her son who did not care about his own body and stopped her son from going up to his room.
"Do you want to get married?"
I stopped walking up to my room at my mother's unexpected words.
" why? "
"There's a very pretty girl with a nice personality. Would you like to meet her?"
"I will do that."
His mother sighed at Seungwoo's dry and soulless greeting, which was as dry as his morning greeting about going to work.
***
On a pleasant sunny summer day
Saebom, who finished her part-time job and quickly took a taxi, stood in front of a hotel.
Saebom sighed deeply as the tall building soared into the sky.
As I entered the hotel, the sound of my high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed. Stepping into the elevator, I saw myself reflected in the mirror, a strange sight, completely different from my own.
Unfamiliar high heels.
An unfamiliar suit.
Unfamiliar accessories and makeup.
None of them were ugly, but none of them were familiar.
Saebom, who was looking at herself in the elevator mirror, turned her gaze at the sound of the elevator stopping.
As she got on the elevator, the cool scent coming from the man filled the elevator. Saebom, who was calming her mind with the cool scent, kept repeating, “It’s okay,” to calm her nervous mind.
Seungwoo, who was fixing his neat hair in the mirror, looked at Saebom, who was quietly muttering to herself, trying to calm her mind. Then, as if trying to calm her own complicated feelings, he closed his eyes.
As the train arrived with a ding and the door opened, two people who were about to get off bumped into each other in front of the door.
" sorry."
"Oh! Sorry."
The two people who apologized at the same time nodded and each walked to their reserved rooms.
" uh?"
" if..."
The two people standing in front of the same VIP room looked at each other with bewildered expressions.
***
On the way home after the meeting.
He couldn't even remember what was said, but Saebom's appearance in the elevator was etched in Seungwoo's mind.
The sight of him comforting himself by repeating the words, 'It's okay..'
Fingers trembled slightly, eyes lowered without meeting each other.
The woman sitting across from me was a young woman, not yet mentally prepared. I regretted responding to my mother's words without thinking. But it was already happening, irreversible.