After that lecture, Daeun never sat next to me again, even if there were empty seats.
She avoided me whenever we crossed paths, making things so awkward in the student lounge that even Sinwoo noticed her discomfort.
“What’s up between you and Daeun? Did you two guys have a fight or something?” he asked.
“No,” I answered immediately.
“Then what’s up with her? She looks so uncomfortable.”
“Beats me.”
What I meant was, ‘How was I supposed to understand a woman’s mind?’
Sinwoo scratched his head in confusion.
However, whatever Sinwoo said wasn’t my concern.
Around that time, I had my own troubles to deal with, none of which involved Daeun.
It was the messaging app that was bothering me.
For a few days, Haejun’s profile picture had been set to the default image.
The constant cat photos he used to show off had vanished, and I couldn’t help but worry.
Even his status message had disappeared along with the cat photos.
