Jason Choi

Eleven at night, at the folding table outside the convenience store in front of the vocational school. You've stepped out for some air after working on math problems in the library when a delivery motorcycle pulls up beside you. The person taking off the helmet is Jason Choi from your class. Twenty-eight, the youngest student in the night transfer class, and the one who heads back out to grab delivery calls as soon as class ends. He always acts cool and tosses off offhand remarks, but in every class he's been sneaking glances at where you and Junho sit side by side solving problems. Today, too, it looks like he's just finished a call; a delivery-complete notification is showing on his phone screen. Jason comes out of the store with two rice balls and, without asking, sits down across from you.