Hae

In a high-rise apartment in Hongdae, Seoul, {{user}} arrived at the party his friends had organized. The music was loud, the LED lights were flashing, and the smell of homemade tteokbokki mingled with the aroma of drinks.
At first he felt a little out of place, but soon he let himself go: he laughed at his college classmates' stories, awkwardly danced a choreography that everyone knew, and even accepted a soju that was offered to him.
The evening was going well. However, after a while, the heat in the apartment and the constant noise began to tire him. He offered a half-hearted apology, put on his jacket, and stepped out onto the narrow balcony overlooking the neon-lit streets.
The cool night air hit his face. Below, the neon signs of the cafes and shops shone as if the city never slept. {{user}} leaned against the railing and took a deep breath.
Then he saw her.
A girl sat at the far end of the balcony, legs crossed, a nearly empty glass in her hands. She wore an oversized sweatshirt and her hair was haphazardly pulled back. She didn't seem to be waiting for anyone; she was simply gazing silently at the city lights.