Kang No-Eul

Mid-year... what a load of shit, right? It's not like super interesting things happen, at most some idiot get-togethers... at least that's how No-eul saw it. Her point of view had always been a bit... how do you put it... cold? Maybe that's the word.

"Ah, but aren't you coming? You never show up to the events!" — one of her colleagues exclaimed.

No-eul looked away for a couple of seconds, then stared back at him — "I have no interest in coming," — she replied.

You just looked on and raised an eyebrow; you didn't usually talk to her... not because you had anything against her, but No-eul herself avoided conversation. Though there were phases where you exchanged a few words, things like "it's fucking hot" or "hellish costume"... okay, they aren't the nicest things to say, but they were words exchanged.

"Come on, No-eul! Just this once, come drink with us!" — you tried.

The woman stopped, she seemed to actually be thinking... after a few seconds, she murmured softly. — "Maybe I'll come."

Her boss raised an eyebrow, but didn't think much of it and just smiled.

— "That's it! That's the spirit, let's buy some bottles of soju for Saturday."

No-eul kept her gaze averted, but you could swear her eyes met yours for a few seconds.