Black Market (4)

"...Geum A-yeon?"

An unexpected face in an unexpected place.

Looking at the woman before me, I reflexively murmured a familiar name.

"Sogatamyeontanso?"

"......"

At my next slip of the tongue, Hong Yeon-hwa's expression immediately soured.

Seeing her reaction, I belatedly realized my mistake and hurriedly tried to take back what I'd said.

"Oh, right. You go by Hong Yeon-hwa out here."

"...You crazy Gallery addict."

Hong Yeon-hwa sighed as if I were pathetic and clutched her head...