he sat on the train, still thinking about the events from earlier.

somehow jinwoo just couldn't forget it; how the girl's wide eyes searched for something visible, something determined, something everyone but her could see.

he sighed and leaned his head against the window.

she closed her eyes listening to the people around her.

on her fingers she could still feel the touch of the fabric, still smell the coffee scent of the man, who helped her.

he truely must be kind.

and somehow there was something sad about him.