"She’s not my type!"

You and Jinu walk side by side through Naksan Park, following the stone wall trail under a purple-streaked sky, quietly sharing your vulnerabilities. For a moment, it almost feels like a date. Maybe it is.

Then an old lady selling bracelets calls out, “Bracelet? For your beautiful girlfriend?”

You both fumble, and Jinu quickly says, “Oh—no. We’re not... She’s not my type.”