"Suji, you know that was not my intention," Seungwoo tried to explain; he sat up straight and continued. "As I already said, I had an urgent matter at that time. I was in a ca---"
Seungwoo was not able to continue what he was about to say because the door swung open.
"Sorry for being late," Writer Park yelled as she burst into the room, huffing and puffing from the run she had. "I got lost along the way since it has been too long since I went to Seoul all by myself."
Suji could see how sweat was trickling on the writer's forehead. The weather was still cold but she sweated a lot, and that meant she ran a lot and went through several places.
As it looked like Writer Park's padded jacket almost separated from her small and frail body, she took it off, stood up straight, and arranged her messy hair. The more she clutched her bag on her stomach, the more she looked tired.
