I Felt Relief.

“You seem… tense,” he finally said, voice low, careful, still formal but not cold. Not quite. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Her gaze flicked to him, startled by the directness, and she hesitated. He didn’t prod, didn’t offer sympathy the way an ordinary friend would; it was only the question, the simple acknowledgment. That, somehow, opened a crack she didn’t realize she had.

“I… I don’t know if I should,” she murmured. Her fingers tightened around the bottle.

“It’s a rooftop,” he said lightly, gesturing with a tilt of his head. “Not a courtroom. No one else is listening.”

She exhaled softly and then, cautiously, leaned back on her hands, her eyes wandering over the scattered snacks and half-empty bottles between them. “It’s…Seong-chan” she said finally, almost inaudible. “He was my senior in college. My… ex-boyfriend.”