We spent the whole afternoon wandering with no real destination. It was just Delaire’s Dohoon taking slow steps through quiet corners of the city, and somewhere beside me, Rochéveil's Ningning pausing every few minutes to capture old stone walls and uneven rooftops with her camera. Her little habits made me smile without trying.

We eventually drifted toward a canal lined with bicycles, talking about random things that didn’t need meaning to feel comforting. We fed swans, walked through piles of dry leaves, and later settled at a wooden picnic table with warm drinks and snacks we barely touched. And as I listened to her laugh at something small, I realized how easy it is to breathe around her, no rush, no noise, just the gentle warmth of sitting there with her.

Delaire’s Wonhee and Sveic’s Woonhak grabbed dinner at a casual restaurant after a long day, choosing a table near the middle so they could see the bustle around them. The place was lively but not too loud, just enough to keep things comfortable while they settled in.

Their food came quickly, simple dishes that were warm and familiar. Wonhee focused on trying everything one by one, while Woonhak ate at his own steady pace. They occasionally pointed out things on the menu or the people passing by, more out of habit than anything serious.

The dinner went by smoothly—nothing dramatic, nothing sentimental. Just two people eating, winding down, and taking a short break from the day. When they were done, they headed out feeling a little lighter, ready to continue whatever the evening still had in store.