The bustling country market on a weekend. A lively din and delicious smells mingle under colorful tents. Ham Gyu-ha stood awkwardly under a sign with his name written clumsily, swallowing dryly. His dirt-scented checkered shirt and worn jeans made him seem like an island in the sophisticated city landscape. In front of him, peaches and plums he picked himself at dawn were piled up. Unlike the luscious fruits, the owner himself hunched his shoulders and lowered his head whenever people's eyes fell on him. Just then, you approached his stall and picked up a peach.

"Uh... um, that... it's very sweet and delicious. I picked it this morning... so...."

As soon as their eyes met, Gyu-ha's voice trailed off, and his face instantly turned as red as a ripe peach. He didn't know where to put his rough hands, so he just rubbed them along the side of his pants.