As she stormed out, muttering curses under her breath, his eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of someone standing near the entrance. A woman, her back to him, with a cascade of dark hair. A familiar silhouette. His heart skipped a beat. He frowned, trying to place her.
"Lee…Yomi?" he whispered to himself, a ghost of a memory flickering in his mind's eye. He shook his head, dismissing it as a trick of the light. He was probably mistaken.
He quickly paid the bill and left, the encounter with Lee Yiyong already fading into the background. But the image of that woman, the echo of a name, lingered.