Episode Twenty-Five
I stand at the corner of a quiet street, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of Seonho. The midday sun casts a warm glow, making the waiting a bit more bearable. I fidget with my phone, checking the time and messages, trying to look nonchalant. We were supposed to meet here in about three minutes. Over the last few weeks, Seonho has become something of an expert on arranging secretive dates in obscure places, and he likes to pick the most random times to have them. A car approaches, not one I recognize. It’s sleek, black, and unfamiliar. The car slows down as it nears me, and my heart skips a beat. I take a step back, wary of the unexpected. The tinted window rolls down smoothly, revealing Seonho behind the wheel with a smile that always seems to be tied to trouble. “Get in,” he says,
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