Senior’s Trick

“Long time no see?”

The playfulness in his voice remained.

At first, she thought it was sarcasm, not a joke.

“Nice car, huh?”

He had imagined countless times what expression he should make if they ever met again—whether he should say hello or just ignore her.

“You don’t even say hello to your senior. How rude of a junior.”

“…We’re not even close to saying hello.”

“You even swear.”

Nowhere in those imagined scenarios had he pictured such a sarcastic, sleazy face—like a street urchin.

“You must be fine, Yoonseo.”

“What?”

“You drive a nice car.”

He snickered again at the emblem on the steering wheel.

“I guess you have free time.”

“What?”

“And you’re seeing a man.”

Yoonseo stared at him incredulously.

The word free time didn’t suit Han Yoonseo at all.

How could she call anything in her intense life “free time”?

“Our Yoonseo is going to be busy for a while.”

“What are you talking about?”

At those words, Do-hyun brushed the dust off his suit and leaned forward.

Yoonseo instinctively leaned back.

“Now, this is your heaven.

The direction you must serve.”