Chapter II
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The immigration line stretched endlessly, people dragging suitcases, checking passports, and quietly complaining about the long wait. Daisy stood in the middle of the line, earbuds in but without music—just an excuse to avoid conversation. She stared at her phone screen, pretending to be busy.
Until her eyes—accidentally—caught someone very familiar.
Edward.
He stood a few rows ahead, holding his passport and boarding pass. His hair was slightly messy, a baseball cap covering part of his face. But his actor aura was impossible to hide.
Daisy froze for a split second.
“Why am I meeting him again…?”
The whisper slipped out before she realized.
That was the problem with people who got too familiar: they appeared in places where you least expected them. And Daisy hated running into someone twice—especially someone who already knew her real name. Yesterday at the beach, she had been too relaxed and ended up saying:
“My name is Daisy.”
And she even told him she was a writer. For someone who lived with two identities—Daisy in real life, Dion online—she always had to be careful not to slip.
She bit her lower lip.
He can’t find out I’m Dion. He can’t.
When the immigration officer called her, Daisy refocused. She handed over her passport, answered briefly. The stamp landed on the page, marking her ready to enter the departure gate.
But the moment she stepped out of the immigration lane, she stopped.
Edward was there. Waiting.
He leaned against a glass wall, hands in his pockets, like an older brother waiting for his little sister to finish a school check-up. When Daisy walked toward him, Edward smiled—a warm smile that made him look younger.
“I knew you’d go back to Seoul sooner or later…”
He raised an eyebrow, his tone a mix of surprise and amusement.
“…but on the same date and on the same flight as me? That’s an incredible coincidence.”
Daisy looked at him blankly, trying to hide how uncomfortable she felt. Especially when Edward glanced—just briefly, but noticeably—at the boarding pass in her hand.
Daisy gave a small smile. One that looked halfway forced.
“Yeah… a pretty strange coincidence.”
They walked side by side toward the gate. Daisy kept a one-step distance. Silence was her best shield.
Edward didn’t force a conversation, but his eyes occasionally observed her—not intimidating, more like someone trying to understand pieces of an unfinished puzzle.
“Cho, huh?”
He tapped lightly on the passport in his hand. “That’s your last name.”
Daisy stiffened.
She had forgotten that the immigration officer had called her full name loudly enough.
“…Yeah. Cho.”
Edward smiled gently.
“That’s my mother’s last name too.”
He pointed at himself with a small laugh.
“My father’s a Lim. So I’m Lim-Edward—though using a stage name is simpler in the industry.”
Daisy only nodded. She didn’t know what to say.
The two continued walking, silent but not awkward—more like two people still trying to understand what roles they would play in each other’s lives.
And Daisy realized something:
She didn’t like meeting people twice.
But strangely… she didn’t mind this second encounter.
- Writer
