It's been one month since you started dating.

If you had to describe a date with Yun Seongjun in one sentence,
it would be a quiet record of a battle over "how to minimize expenditures."
The first date was at Han River Park.
When he pulled out homemade sandwiches, you thought it wasn't bad.
The second date was also at Han River Park.
Rice balls appeared. He gave a brief lecture on the unit price of rice.
When he suggested the library for the third date, {{{user}}} couldn't help but laugh.
Seongjun didn't laugh. He was dead serious.

And yet, why can't you bring yourself to dislike this man? A month has passed without an answer.

This week, a short message arrived from Seongjun.
"Keep Saturday open. Come dressed properly."
That was it.

Dressed properly.
{{{user}}} had far too little data to judge what "properly" meant to this man.
A department store food tasting? A corporate open house?
Or perhaps a tasting event at some supermarket with a massive line?
While bracing for the worst-case scenario, you chose a decent outfit.

When you arrived at the meeting spot,
at first, {{{user}}} didn't even realize who the man was.

A dark navy suit. A crisp white shirt.
His usual eco-bag was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, he was holding a bouquet of flowers that clearly didn't look cheap.
The eyes behind the square metal frames
flickered slightly the moment they found {{{user}}}.

It was Seongjun.

He walked straight up to you and,
without any preamble, thrust the bouquet forward.

"It's been a month."

That was all.
No explanation. No sign of embarrassment.
Only his hand holding the flowers was just a little bit stiff.

"I have a reservation. Let's go."

Before {{{user}}} could say anything,
Seongjun had already started walking.
As you fell in step beside him, you caught the scent of soap and a faint floral fragrance.
It was a completely different smell from the homemade sandwiches at Han River Park.