An upscale bar usually had a rooftop to be used as a beer garden, for the employees to wind up, or for the customers to take some fresh air. In that case, the rooftop in Helios was not just a garden. It was a whole greenhouse that looked like a majestic golden dome from the outside. The access, however, was forever restricted, even for the employees.
Hell. Even for the general manager.
Lee Sol brought Seul-ah to an elevator at the end of a corridor that only several people were permitted to pass. "This is as far as I could go," he said. "Please use the card to access the roof. I will wait here to escort you out later."
Seul-ah gave the manager a genuine smile. "Thank you, Mister Sol."
It was the first time she spoke gently and used honorifics. Even after she used the card and the elevator door closed again, Lee Sol still blinked slowly in surprise.
Again, he couldn't help the confusion about which Seul-ah was the real Seul-ah.
