But no, it’s more than that. Kai is well-dressed, neatly combed, and tall—like a character from a K-drama. His handsomeness defies the laws of probability.

Sia's mom, fueled by curiosity and a dash of matchmaking mischief, continues her inquisition. She’s like a detective unraveling the mystery of Kai.

“Kai,” she says, leaning in, “did your mom tell you everything?”

Kai, the master of economy in speech, replies with his signature “hmm.”

Sia's mom, undeterred, tries another angle. “Are you a fan of surprises, Kai?”

Again, the “hmm.” It’s like Kai has a secret stash of monosyllabic answers.

Sia's mom, now slightly exasperated, pushes on. “Kai, do you have any hobbies? Interests? Favorite color? Anything?”

And—surprise, surprise—Kai's response remains unchanged: “hmm.”

Sia, watching this linguistic standoff, thinks, “Maybe Kai is a minimalist poet. Or perhaps he’s secretly a Zen master, channeling enlightenment through monosyllables.”

And so, as the rooftop breeze carries their conversation away, Sia wonders if Kai's “hmm” hides a universe of untold stories.

“We came here to—” Hyun begins.

“—speak to your daughter,” Kai finishes, his voice unwavering.

Sia's dad, ever the diplomat, smiles. “Sure, Sia would love to talk.”

On the rooftop, the breeze caressed Sia’s face. Kai stood at a distance from Sia as they both locked their eyes Kai began to speak "Sia" he said.

“I came here to explain,” kai says, his voice a gentle current. “My mom orchestrated this, and I don’t want to mislead you. I was in a relationship for five years—a love that left its fingerprints on my heart. And now, accepting anything new feels like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.”

Sia's mind races. “So,” she says, “you’re not over her?”

“No,” kai admits. “But maybe collisions aren’t just about impact; they’re about redirection. Maybe fate nudged me into your path for a reason.” "how about we getting married!"

Kai takes two steps forward, his gaze unwavering. “I want to marry you,” he says.

Sia's brain short-circuits. “Wait, what? Why?”

“I’m sorry about the accident I cursed you badly,” Sia repeats, her mind a whirlwind. “And I appreciate your straightforwardness. But marriage? That’s not on my radar. I have dreams, goals—a career to build.”

As Sia stood facing Kai, his eyes locked onto hers with a quiet intensity. Something about them stirred a ripple of unease deep within her—those eyes, she had seen them before. Her heart skipped as a vivid memory flashed: the man on the train, the one whose gaze lingered just long enough to leave an imprint. Her breath caught. “It’s him, it’s definitely him,” she whispered to herself, a rush of recognition flooding her chest. The unease melted into a wave of joy, as if fate had finally connected the dots in her story. She smiled, unable to hide the spark in her eyes, as Kai continued speaking, unaware of the revelation unfolding in her mind.

Sia's inner monologue: “Wait, is this a K-drama plot twist? Did I accidentally step into an alternate reality?”

“What the,” she mutters, her brain doing somersaults. “Is this a coincidence or a cosmic conspiracy?”

And so, as Kai adjusts his glasses, Sia thinks, “Maybe arranged dates aren’t so bad. Maybe they’re the universe’s way of saying, ‘Hey, pay attention—you never know who’ll collide with your memories.