After getting divorced and quitting my job, I fled back to my hometown and headed to a bar run by an old classmate, hoping to talk to someone. Just as I was getting drunk and starting to relax, a familiar woman walked in alone: Nami, my high-school ex. We had loved each other but broken up because of the distance. As we reminisced, our old feelings came flooding back, and we decided to visit the love hotel where we had once made memories together.