Driving together, Dong Kyung studied the picture on her phone of the three of them, still amazed by how different Myeul Mang appears. Stunned by his appearance, a bit curious how others perceive him so differently.
Puzzling over this new insight, casually says, "You know, I've thought about everything that was said earlier. Do you, perhaps, look different to different people? Seon Kyung said some nonsense about you dying your hair. And Mr. Writer asked if you are the youngest. When I definitely look younger than you."
Keeping focused on the road, he says, "That last part bothers me a bit."
Gazing over at him, says, "I am asking you if I am right?"
Keeping his eyes forward, says, "Didn't I tell you?"
Excitedly, she responds, "I am right. Really? Wow! Hey then, the you that I see is not the real you…"
Not smiling, a serious tone, says, "It is the real me. You're the only person who can see the real me. That seems to be the case."
Surprised, asks, "Why?"
He responds, "That's why I am saying that you're weird. You recognize me, you call me, and you give me a name."
Joking, she says, "Oh, so that's why you asked me to love you, right? You know, when somebody knows your true self, your heart skips a beat, right?"
Carefully she watched for his reaction, but he only stares ahead, with no indication of a response of any sort. Feeling awkward,
She says, "If you don't have any response to something like this, you know it's really embarrassing for the person who spoke, right? Did I hit the nail on the head? Is this 'You're the first woman who has treated me like this?'" She laughs nervously, waits for his response.
Responding in a serious tone, "Yes, you're the first person who has treated me like this. Everything is my first time." As he says the last few words, gazes over in her direction.
Widely smiling, jesting, "Really? I see. Oh, right." But, she bites her bottom lip, looks away, feels saddened, glances out the side window. Quickly blinks tears from forming in corner of her eyes, glances down, gently strokes a yellow tulip petal, realizing now, bringing her flowers is a sincere gesture.