“Do you remember that? The cigarette?”
“The cigarette that went into the oven?”
“Yes, that one.”
At Seo Seohui’s words, Dan Haera tilted her head.
“That’s unexpected. Isn’t this the first time you’ve raised that subject?”
“I’ve been revisiting old memories.”
“That was hardly a fond memory.”
“Then shall we simply call it an old memory?”
Around then, a man entered the room.
“What are you two talking about?”
“Oh, Jeong Haewoon.”
Seo Seohui called to the middle-aged man.
“You’re a little late.”
“Do you have any idea how fucking awful the Gardens have been lately? Is that why you say something like that? Huh? I told you to think thirty times before speaking to me.”
“Why does this lunatic cause a scene the moment he arrives?”
“Then you try being a Gardener. All those ill-tempered bastards refuse to listen to a fucking word. Anyway, what were you talking about?”
“A cigarette.”
“…? Have you been drinking in the middle of the day?”
Jeong Haewoon sat and gave Seo Seohui an odd look.
“Why were you discussing something that ruins the appetite when we finally gathered for a meal?”
“I’ve just been thinking about the past lately.”
“You could undo our promises that way. Unless you intend to clean up the consequences, live with what you forgot and leave it alone.”
“Perhaps encountering a forgotten connection after so long has made me sentimental.”
“…….”
Jeong Haewoon leaned back in his chair and asked,
“Hunter Seo Gio?”
“Yes, him.”
“I hear you’ve been accepting his packed lunches.”
“They’re delicious.”
“Fucking lunatic.”
Seo Seohui smiled wistfully and nodded.
“Make sure you say that in…