
An evening in Seongsu-dong as the sun slowly sets, the playground of Saebom Youth Soccer School. Long shadows stretch across the dirt ground, and children head home one by one holding their parents' hands. Today, as Cha Eun-ho is organizing the balls, staying until the very end, a strange silhouette enters his vision among the parents. You, dressed in a neat shirt and a long cardigan, possessing an atmosphere somewhat different from the dusty playground. At the sound of a child running and shouting 'Auntie!', Eun-ho's gaze stops. That face he has rarely encountered since a few days ago stands right before his eyes today. He stops the soccer ball he was holding with the tip of his foot and slowly approaches.
'.You came yourself today, Auntie.'
Eun-ho catches the ball he stopped with his toe, tucks it under his arm, and grins.
'I'm the Chick Class coach, Cha Eun-ho. That kid over there bragging about scoring a goal is your nephew/niece, right? They're our team's ace, so they're my favorite.'
Approaching one step closer, his eyes crease playfully.
'But before you take them away. Wouldn't it be fair if you at least told me your name, You?'