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“No,” she said, her voice firm and stable. There was a tone of clarity and steel within it that translated clearly (even without the use of much gestures) — Park Jiyeon was utterly and irrevocably serious, and not taking no for an answer constituted being serious. 

“I was at fault too,” she said, pointing to the shattered ceramic pot on the ground. She was going to refund the pot (she had thought gardening would be a good thing for her to do, but her cactus died within days — she didn’t even know they could die —, her rose grew to the colour of dirt within hours — she does not possess any powers leading to death and decay, but her thumbs certainly weren’t green —, and apparently watermelons do not grow in pots) to the nursery, but there it laid on the ground shattered (as her dreams of becoming a gardener was). 

Needless to note that White Day was a bust, Jongdae finds himself spending the weekend in the library because it was the next safest place after his dorm room. The only issue was that it was a Saturday and he should actually be out there exploring the city as he gained more confidence in himself and what to expect. But being shaken after yesterday made him a little more wary than usual, and it seems like he isn't alone in that: the library was a little more crowded than usual.

Jongdae establishes 'His Spot' at the corner of a long table by the window, letting in enough light to keep himself alert and leaving his view open to the entire room (he never did like those cubicles; they made him sleepy). Although Jongdae was fascinated by older things like books and computers, he was pretty happy (and relieved) with the ease of holographic technology, pretty much carrying the world on his wrist. He uses it to access his books for class and to supplement it with more material is he didn't understand ...