"Come over and take a look at these beautiful potatoes. It's just a few bucks only."

"Hot sweet potatoes! You will regret it if you haven't tried it yet."

I walk out from the noisy market after I finished my grocery shopping. I carry the bags that were heavy as an elephant. I forgot to bring my shopping trolley. A few drops of water touch my skin. I take a look at the sky. Damn. It's already become cloudy and raining starts to pour down heavily without any storm or wind. Everyone at the market quickly run to the roofed buildings, staying there until the rain stops. I walk as fast as I could, searching for a place where I could put my things down — Bus stop.

"All my things already wet.. What to do.." I talk to myself alone. Thank goodness there's no one there or people would think I'm crazy.

Suddenly, a brown—haired guy who already got drenched by the rain, comes to the bus stop. His round glasses blurred due to the raindrops and fog of coldness. I take a look at him, taking out my handkerchief that I bring every time. "Here... Take this and wipe your glasses. You can't see anything if you just let your glasses like that." I give him the handkerchief on his hand. He takes off his glasses and wiping them. His face looks so fine and handsome. Like there's not even a single flaw on his face. He wears his glasses back, giving me back the handkerchief.

"Thank you.. Why you're looking at me like that?" He asks, snapping me back to the reality.

I quickly turn my face, changing my sight to somewhere else. In just a second, he suddenly stands in front of closely. He touches my hair, pulling something from my hair strands. "There's something on your hair.." He tells me right away after backing off, maybe to avoid misunderstanding.

A black shiny car stops in front of the bus stop. I can't even close my mouth that was wide opened, shocked. A black suited man comes out from the driver's seat while using the umbrella, coming to the boy who sits next me. "Young sir, sorry that you got drenched. Please get in." The man opened the passenger's door for the boy, bowing to him politely.

The boy walks away coldly with a serious face. The car drove away a few seconds later, leaving me back alone here. The sun shines and the rain stops like a magic. I take my hand to feel whether there's still raindrops.

"The rain already stops.." A voice tells me.

I take a look around. My snaggletooth friend who works at the same office with me. "Park Woojin.. What are you doing here?" I ask him, getting ready to get back home.

"I'm from the office to take care of something. So.. You're doing grocery shopping just now?" He takes some of the plastic bags to help me. "I'll bring these things for you. Let's go!"

After a few walks from the bus stop, both Woojin and I finally arrived at my house. A shipping lorry parks in front of my house. I look at it weirdly, entering my house after a few greetings.

"Hana! Great that you have arrived. We will have a new neighbour in this flat." My mom takes my hand, pointing at a guy who is wearing a pair of sunglasses, walking towards our direction.

"Hana.. It's dangerous. Stay behind me." Woojin suddenly stands in front of me, hiding me behind his figure.

"Woojin.. I don't think he will do anything to me. He maybe just wants to say hello to me." I whisper.

"You have such a great bodyguard tho. Nice to meet you, neighbour. I'll be living on 3rd floor. That's all I think." The guy walks away after give a few words to me.

I feel like I have saw him before but I'm not sure. My gazes can't leave him. My eyes follow him until his figure can't be seen anymore.

"Hana? Why you keep on looking at him?" Woojin asks, looks like he felt something mysterious about me.

My mom suddenly hits Woojin a few times on his arm. "This Busan boy! You shouldn't say something like that to him. The new neighbour is handsome, just let him have his life here happily." My mom complains.

I leave my mom and Woojin, get into my house after taking my groceries from Woojin's hands. I put the plastic bags on the floor, pressing my pass code to enter my house.

"Let me help you with those bags." I turn to my back. The new neighbour stands behind me with his sunglasses still on his face. I refuse his helps, getting into my house without say anything to him.

"I'm not bad.. I can't take off my sunglasses or you will be shocked." I lean on the front door, listening to his words.

Does his eyes are bad? Or maybe he undergoes surgery?