"Grandpa, I think I told you I hate blind dates, it wasn't even a week since the last one you scheduled me," I complain. 'The last time was the first, and if I remember correctly I had to send an apology to the Kim family for your bad behavior towards their son, do it properly once and I'll leave you alone', his voice comes out loudly on the cell phone . 'Well, where did you say it was?', I ask with annoyance. 'My secretary will send you the location, and Jina please don't embarrass me again,' he exclaimed. 'I'll see what I do, I'm not promising anything, it may be a pervert you're sending me with', I let him know clearly. 'Because of you I will go to the grave prematurely', he pretends to be aggrieved. 'I think you're past the expiration date, grandpa' I make fun of him and he hangs up the call. I ask my driver to change the route and instead of going home, I head to the Books and chilling café. The facade is beautiful, with the theme of some kind of foreign library, I like it; I enter the place and it becomes even more beautiful, the scent of books penetrates my nostrils and gives me a certain kind of peace. I see some couples talking in various corners of the place and along the way I see a man sitting alone, because of his demeanor he seems to be young, I am silently grateful that he is not a man who could already be my father looking for his second or third wife. As I approach I feel the silhouette of the familiar man, a sense of having seen him before; I stand next to him waiting for some reaction. The man looks up at me and all the air leaves my lungs, my legs go static as my heart begins to race desperately. 'I don't think I told myself when your name was mentioned to me, but it really is you,' he says sarcastically. All coherent thought leaves me, my hands begin to sweat, I think my legs are shaking; He is sitting there next to me, looking into my eyes and I can only think about how handsome and manly he looks, how much I missed him without realizing it, I want to run into his arms. 'It's been a long time', is the only thing I manage to say. 'Right, please sit down,' he motions to the chair across from him. By inertia I move towards the chair, I sit slowly trying to assimilate the situation. 'How have you been?' I ask almost in a whisper. 'I don't think that really interests you, let's get to the point better', a hard blow, but I don't blame him, I deserve it. 'Well, if you wish so, so be it,' he replied with all the dignity I have left. 'Why?' the question leaves her lips and I start to feel bad. 'Why what?' 'Why do you want to get married? You always said you would never get married', here we go. 'My grandfather insists that I must do it and also that I must leave offspring to inherit the family business', he replied with a certainty that I do not possess. 'You have never been obedient, you don't expect me to believe you, do you?' he says coldly. 'I think I was accurate in telling you via text message that I only want an advantageous marriage for both parties, and even that I don't expect sweet treatment or love, just respect and space,' I say a little irritated, I'm already recovering from the shock. 'Yes, I remember, you're still the same', he smiles sardonically. It hurts, it hurts to the point of feeling my heart bleed, but I deserve it, therefore I have no right to complain or feel bad, I asked for it. 'If there's nothing more to say, I'm going, I have a lot of work to do', it takes time to run away, it's what I know best. 'Always full of work, like in the old days; before you manage to run away answer me the last question, why did you do it?', he asks trying not to sound regretful. I freeze instantly, that question was just what I was trying to avoid, I feel my eyes fill with tears, a lump in my throat and I am filled with reproach towards myself. 'There's no reason, I just did it', I try to convince myself that it's the right thing to do. 'You don't really change right, always with a cold mind just like your heart', he gets up and strides out of the room. My body shakes uncontrollably, I walk quickly to the bathroom and lock myself in a cubicle; Tears rush out of my eyes and I feel my soul burn with pain. Five years have passed since I last saw him, five years of suffering and pain, five years of torture and loneliness, five years of total bitterness. *** Five years ago 'Jinaaa!!! Here, I thought you wouldn't come today, how is your grandmother doing?', she asks me sadly. 'Okay, it was just a sugar crash, I didn't plan to come today but my grandmother didn't stop complaining and reproaching me for not being obedient, you know her,' I reply with a smile. 'Hey, I had something urgent to tell you, but I can't remember it right now', there was the forgotten Mire. 'That's strange, you don't usually forget almost anything,' he said sarcastically. He shoots me a reproachful look and gives me one of his most captivating smiles and I smile back at him.

We walk towards the classroom while talking about trivial things, when Mire realizes