ten minutes.

they passed agonizingly slow, her mind racing alongside her heart to find out what the hell sooman was trying to get out of her.

she was just hwamin; a twenty one year old woman who owned a quaint little restaurant, supplying burgers and other fast foods to the people of seoul; or at least whoever lived in that area. her parents had left her ages ago; so long ago that she can barely remember their faces.

hwamin was just hwamin; a painfully plain and regular girl. what could sooman want from her?