Jul hadn’t meant to sit beside another man. Not deliberately. Not spitefully. It was simply the seat offered. One chair away from the only exit, away from the gaze that had tracked her across the rooftop like heat without flame.

Three months after their breakup, Jul thrives as a luxury brand manager at a Lagos art fair, her champagne jumpsuit gleaming under dusk lights, though her smile hides a lingering ache for Han. Across the crowd, Han, pressured by his mother to take over her gallery, stands by a sculpture in a black blazer, his eyes catching Jul’s, sparking old tensions. His sister Eun-ji, in a rust-colored dress, teases him about “the one who got away,” unaware it’s Jul.