Chapter 11: First Impressions and Unexpected Realities.

The promise with EunSiyu, my employer, had been gradually solidifying since I first accepted it.

The series of processes from the moment I said okay to the point where the meeting place and time were confirmed were simple and quick.

It seemed that the residence that Parallel World Future EunSiyu had said in my memory was not a lie.

Cheonan.

The place she lived that EunSiyu had just sent me in a message was the same as the information I knew.

I also told EunSiyu where I lived, and EunSiyu, who found out about my residence, sent a message saying, “It’s close!”

Although we live in nearby areas, I didn’t even know what restaurants were good in front of my house, so I entrusted the choice of place to EunSiyu.

I also said that any time was okay.

The fact that the meeting place and time had been decided was when a few more messages had been exchanged.

The restaurant that EunSiyu said was good.

When I searched for it, it was a Korean restaurant. The reservation was for lunch.

Now both sides can’t turn back.

When EunSiyu’s day off comes in two days, I will meet her in reality.

‘Hmm….?’

Really contradictorily, this was something that gave me endless joy and also felt very daunting at the same time.

To be more precise, the joy was a feeling that came from the amazing experience of seeing the broadcaster EunSiyu in reality.

The dauntingness that contrasted with that was what I felt about the preparations to get there, not the meeting itself.

I have to prepare.

Thanks to the grace of God, the original version that I possess has not worn out much despite the abuse of the past 6 weeks.

That I don’t need a work that requires skilled skills for going out.

It was enough to apply the two things that were written to do even if you don’t want to ruin your skin when I searched 6 weeks ago.

So my current worries were focused on what to put on top of that original.

There is a major problem.

Ha Eunsol, a 20-year-old woman, knew that it was not a highly recommended act to wear a tracksuit when having her first dinner with her employer for the purpose of talking about work and employment conditions.

‘Hmm….?’

I had to solve one difficulty that arose from that part.

I had no clothes to wear to go out.

It wasn’t the meaning of “I have no clothes” that comes out of ordinary women while looking at a full closet, but really, physically, there were none.

Perhaps the new Ha Eunsol had lived similarly to the past in my memory even in the past that I don’t know.

The composition of the clothes hanging on the hanger in one corner of the room is monotonous.

I see it every other day, so I know.

A school uniform that I wonder if I hung up in commemoration of graduating and two or three sets of comfortable clothes that I would wear when I’m alone at home or when I exercise.

The remaining space is occupied by the white t-shirt and long underwear that I hung up.

The gaze that briefly turned to the school uniform returned to its place when I thought that I would receive really strange looks from EunSiyu if I said I was twenty years old.

‘……I have to buy it.’

After a bit of thought, I was able to get a natural answer.

The fact that the answer was in an unknown area was quite a crisis, but that’s it.

I didn’t take any great adventures to find the answer.

I had a friend I could use.

When I asked the friend with the name Google to tell me what clothes a 20-year-old woman would wear, hundreds of images were listed, and I clicked on the photo that felt the most plain and ordinary from my perspective.

A hoodie and jeans.

A white t-shirt to wear underneath.

I thought it would fit the season well since it’s spring.

The delivery came a day later, the day when there was only one night left until the promise with EunSiyu.

Now there is no room to change the selection in terms of time.

If you exclude the act of going out and buying clothes directly, which feels close to impossible.

‘Haa….’

I know that I’m making a huge fuss right now.

But, there’s a reason for the fuss.

I wanted to pay as much attention as possible since I was meeting EunSiyu.

I’m well aware that first impressions are important as a video editor.

At least I didn’t want to give EunSiyu the impression that I was a strange person even a little bit.

I didn’t want her to think that she would be embarrassed to sit with me.

I took out the delivered clothes and put them on for now.

It was time to check with my own eyes whether my choice was right.

There was a small mirror in the bathroom, but it wasn’t in a style where I could see my whole body, so I decided to use the civilization of modern people.

I set up my phone on the desk and took a picture of myself using the timer function.

‘…It seems okay.’

But if there was something I missed, it was that there was no way to confirm it by looking at it with my eyes in the first place.

There was no way that the aesthetic sense of a person who has rarely been outside in all of their memories would be accurate.

I needed an answer key.

The first thing that came to mind was the internet friend I had received help from a day ago.

‘I can’t do that…’

But I know that I can’t ask this question in the internet community.

There’s a high chance I’ll be ridiculed.

In the past, I had seen a humorous post dealing with a legendary post from a certain gallery about the topic related to recommending clothes.

Unfortunately, my internet friend was the last one, so unless I could utilize that side, there were no more answer sheets I could use.

‘Oh…!’

It was then that a flash of thought flowed through my head.

To be exact, I thought it was a flash of thought at that time.

There is a fact that is not so surprising.

People who are stuck on a problem for a long time sometimes make choices that feel so stupid that they doubt whether it was what they thought of in the future.

A day after setting the meeting place and time, Yu Sieun realized that there was something she was unconsciously missing.

She hadn’t asked for the personal information of the person who would become the editor.

Nothing.

I didn’t know their age or gender.

Since the name set in the messenger was Ha Eunsol, like the one on the email account, I thought it would probably be a woman, but as it was also used as a man’s name at a fairly high rate, the gender was not certain.

‘Hmm….?’

Something wouldn’t change depending on their gender or age, but I was a little curious.

But Yu Sieun didn’t hold that curiosity for long.

‘Well, I’ll see when I go there.’

There is also an appropriate time to ask questions.

If I had introduced myself and asked naturally when we first had a conversation, the editor would have answered smoothly, but I had the feeling that it would be a little strange to ask suddenly now, a day later.

It seems like a fuss, but I didn’t want to give even a little bit of a strange impression.

Yu Sieun restrained herself even more since she had already had a record of prying into the situation unconsciously.

Yu Sieun stopped thinking about the fact that she had missed and turned her thoughts to the worries she had been having since yesterday.

‘Hmm…?’

Yu Sieun knew about the fantasies that ardent fans of broadcasters have.

I had heard that when the real appearance of a broadcaster is not known, viewers usually recognize the appearance of the broadcasters with the best appearance they can draw.

I think I had done that myself when I was in the position of watching the broadcast.

As such, Yu Sieun wanted to show the best appearance possible.

Since it was a person who liked Yu Sieun herself very much, I didn’t want to show a worse appearance than what the person who would become the editor was expecting, no matter what kind of person they were.

Yu Sieun started rummaging through the clothes that had been in the house with the owner for 6 weeks.

‘Ah?’

A message arrived about 30 minutes later when she had almost found her own answer.

A message from the editor.

I could tell because I had separately designated a different notification sound to ring only for the editor.

Yu Sieun put the clothes she was holding back on the hanger and put them in the closet, then came to the phone and checked the message.

The content that the message contained was simple.

That it was the first time she was going out to meet other people.

So, a photo that seemed to have been taken of herself along with the question of whether it would be okay to go out like this.

‘Uh….’

Yu Sieun’s thoughts started explosively recalling impressions of what was visible now, throwing away all the worries she had been having.

A girl who says she hasn’t met people outside, who seems to have just gotten out of high school.

A photo taken while standing awkwardly in a hoodie and jeans.

A composition that seems to claim that she has never taken a picture of herself, which has a lot of strange aspects.

But beyond that….

Yu Sieun was at the beginning of her 22nd year, where the sensibilities of her childhood, where she still liked cute things, were alive.

As a former reader of web novels, she also had a deep understanding of subculture-style social outcast ultimate beauty heroine appeals.

There was also the memory of finding something likable in that kind of heroine, making it easy to relate to the protagonist.

When the storm of thoughts passed, Yu Sieun recalled a sentence in her head.

‘…There are people like this in reality too.’