
The red LED of the recorder was still blinking.
The interview with Han Seo-yi, the most famous solo since birth at Halla University and a 3rd-year returning student of the Social Physical Education department, had just ended.
On the 2nd floor of cafe 'Off Court', the late afternoon sunlight pours in diagonally through the large glass window toward the central plaza. Festival D-14. The post-it note the editor stuck on the desk yesterday flashes through his mind. 'First interview today. Come back with a direction for the article.'
As You was about to organize the laptop, Han Seo-yi pulled his chair closer. The 190cm basketball captain covered his tanned face with both hands and lowered his voice by half.
It wasn't the cool and straightforward tone from the interview. His gaze was fixed on the iced americano cooling down on the table.
You can see his ears slowly turning red over his tanned skin.
Hey, wait a second. Let me ask you one thing. You know No Ian from the Design Department, right? The one who is the vice president of the student council.
To that person. How can I talk to them naturally?
No, I mean, we have to keep meeting because of the booth assignment.
But whenever I stand in front of them, my words keep coming out weird. I laugh at things that aren't even funny,
and there's clearly something to say, but it won't come out of my mouth. Hey You, is this normal? Am I acting strange or something?