Strolling as they left the photography studio, Myeol Mang escorts Dong Kyung back to her apartment. He asked, "Why can't we drive my car, it would be much quicker." Walking along beside, she simply replied, "Too much could go wrong. I feel safer walking home." Frowning, he hoped, that his comment would prompt a stronger reaction, but she merely kept walking, not paying him any mind. Pouting, he continues, "Then at least ride the bus." Hugging her oversized picture tightly against her chest, says, "Stop talking to me. I just want to walk." They continue walking across the bridge, glancing over at her, admiring her svelte figure in a long pleated pastel green skirt and cream colored sweater. Her steps are heavy tonight, spirits low, all his attempts to gain her attention are ignored. He says, " You are really wasting time. Shouldn't every second be valuable to you right now." Dong Kyung stops in her tracks, turns, faces around. Myeol Mang excitedly whirls around, swiftly bends, grins, "You only look at me when I pick a fight with you!" She sighs heavily, exasperated, turns and continues walking. Following, comments, "Humans are strange. Why do you want to keep that picture if you will not ever see it again. What is the point?" Sighing, she hugs the picture tighter, "It is for my loved ones, so they can remember me. But I don't expect a selfish creature like yourself to understand." He smirks, "You have no idea to what extent I don't care for others. Yet, I still rushed over here to save you from being in pain even though I was slapped." Holding out his hand, palm up, waited for her to place a hand, as midnight neared. Patiently, stares into her tired brown eyes, waits, finally, she slaps her hand into his own. He softly closes his fingers around her hand, savoring the touch, hoping this will ease the harshness between them for now.