I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

Stepping outside, I was greeted by the dark night sky.

Stars, which I hadn’t seen much of recently, were densely scattered across it.

But such beautiful reflections didn’t last long. It was really freezing out here.

‘I even wore a padded jacket, for crying out loud.’

Despite grumbling to myself, my steps continued forward.

This was the concert Choi Ye-Seo had been eagerly waiting for, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood by whining about the cold.

The only silver lining was that it was indoors. The problem, of course, was getting there.

As we entered the concert hall, enduring the bitter cold of the winter night, warm air greeted us.

“Ugh! I feel alive again.”

Next to me, Yoon shivered dramatically and laughed.

As my sister said, if this concert were being held outside, we would’ve frozen to death.

“Let’s find our seats… Does anyone want something to eat?”

We came to the concert without adults. They were probably off somewhere enjoying a drink or two.

Looking around, I found some spacious seats. Judging by the not-so-crowded venue, it didn’t seem like the performer was all that famous.

But you know how it goes—some people might not be famous, but their fans hold them as their absolute favorites.

Choi Ye-Seo was one of those fans.

“I’ll take, hmm, popcorn?”

“Grilled buttered potatoes for me.”

“I’ll pick something myself!”

The others stayed in their seats while Choi Ye-Seo came over to my side.

“Why don’t you just sit too? We’ll have to go outside to get it.”

It’s freezing out there. I was about to say something but paused when she smiled brightly at me.

“You expect me to carry all that by myself? Let’s just go together~.”

“Well, I guess.”

Come to think of it, there’s no way I could carry all of it alone. Every time moments like this happened, I felt like I lost points as a man.

Clicking my tongue, I tapped her shoulder with a reluctant expression.

“Alright, let’s go. The sooner we get this done, the better.”