Rain tapped against the car window as Mi-Ho sat alone in the driver's seat, the Paris internship flyer crumpled in his fist.
He should've told her how he felt—weeks ago.
But now, she was leaving.
Meanwhile, Hana sat in her room, suitcase open, heart strangely heavy despite her success. Her dream was coming true… but why did it feel like something was missing?
Ji-A peeked in, holding out a charm bracelet. "Mom told me to give you this for luck."
Hana took it, fingers brushing over the silver star.
Then a knock.
She opened the door—and froze.
Mi-Ho stood there, rain-soaked, eyes locked on hers.
"Don't go," he said, voice low. "Not yet."
She stared at him.
Was this finally it?
Was this his moment?