The heroine checked the text again.
I've read it three times already, but it still feels unfamiliar.
"I was originally going to give you some coffee, but I'm just leaving it behind.
Federal Reserve"
Leaving coffee? Where?
🗺️ Location: Convenience store across from the hotel main entrance
“Really, what is this…”
While muttering with a blank face,
The heroine's hands were unconsciously adjusting her clothes.
The hotel lobby was already quiet,
An employee was organizing documents at the front desk.
The female lead only checked the clock and left without saying anything.
As the night air brushed my face, a strange tension spread across me.
The convenience store was bright.
Even beyond the hotel's glass doors, the light was softly leaking out.
In that light,
There was the Fed.
Really.
A table placed in the far corner, in front of the convenience store window.
A cup of warm coffee in hand, and
Another glass sat in front of an empty chair.
The heroine stopped there for about 3 seconds,
Without even knowing what was in my mind
I just walked in.
“Me… why did I really come out…”
The scent of coffee tickled my nose.
Before that, the Fed raised its head.
“You’re here.”
"…yes."
“I thought you wouldn’t come.”
"me too."
The heroine sat down while saying that.
The coffee cup was warm. It felt like it had just been bought.
Yeonjun turned his head and looked at her without saying anything.
“As an employee, I wondered if this was okay, didn’t I?”
“…Honestly, a little.”
“It’s okay. I’ll pretend you’re not a guest right now.”
“…Is it that easy?”
“This isn’t a hotel, and it’s not the front desk.”
“Then what is the situation now?”
“Just… between two cups of coffee.”
The heroine almost burst out laughing.
This person, while speaking quietly, makes people's hearts flutter.
“But you can’t buy coffee for a customer.”
“I know. But I’ll give you the money for the coffee instead.
I think it would be okay to say something like this.”
“What are you talking about?”
The fed looked at her for a moment,
He quietly put down his glass.
“Miss Yeoju.”
"…yes."
“I come here because you are here.
“That… shouldn’t I know?”
At those words, Yeoju looked at the coffee.
My lips were stiff and my chest trembled just a little.
It feels like there's a knock on the door from within.
I can't open it,
Already open.
“I’ll pretend I don’t know.”
She said so.
“Not yet… I think that’s necessary.”
The Fed nodded.
And then he lifted the coffee again.
“Then, you’ll pretend not to know next time too, right?”
"…I don't know.
“Are you sure you’ll come again next time?”
"of course."
The Fed laughed.
“Room 1205 is still mine.”
He didn't leave the coffee behind,
I waited, believing that you would come.
From that moment on,
Room 1205 is no longer just a room number.