Hurriedly dressed, Seong-ho went down to the first floor and found Gyeong-eun stamping her feet in the parking lot.

"Gyeong-eun, what's wrong?"

"There's a car blocking me and they won't move it."

Gyeong-eun pointed at a double-parked car, wearing a face on the verge of tears.

Seong-ho walked around to the front of the car and checked below the right-hand window — a contact number was usually written there. Finding the phone number, he pulled out his phone and asked Gyeong-eun, "Did you try calling?"

"Yes, I called, but…"

Gyeong-eun trailed off, unable to give a clear answer. Seong-ho could roughly guess what had happened from her reaction.

Ring, ring, ring.

After a few rings, the car's owner picked up.

—Hello.

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you. Your car's double-parked and ours can't get out. Could you come move it?"

Seong-ho's voice was as courteous as he could make it. But the voice on the other end carried no such courtesy at all.

—Why are you people calling me nonstop this early in the morning? First some woman calls and now the husband too?

The man's voice dripped with irritation. He shouted into the phone, not bothering to hide his displeasure.

—I came home late and there was nowhere to park, so I double-parked. Is that my fault?

"Sir, I didn't say it was anyone's fault. I'm only calling to ask if you could move the car."

—Why should I move it? Just push mine and pull yours out.

At the man's words, Seong-ho, keeping himself as calm as he could, looked through the window at the driver's seat. "Sir, your parking brake is engaged."

—What do you mean engaged! I released the brake and put it in neutral myself.

"Sir, the brake is engaged. Come down and check for yourself."

—You little punk. If the brake's not engaged, you're going to regret this.

"Whether I regret it or not, that's for you to decide — for now, come down and check first."

—You stay right there. I'm going to—

Click.

Before the man could finish, Seong-ho hung up.

He…