I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

What is fate?

The dictionary definition is the relationship between people and objects, or the cause of events.

But the fate I think of isn’t that. Actually, I’m not even sure what it is.

What is fate? Is it fate that I met my teacher? Or is it fate that I met these guys?

‘This is complicated...’

Sitting on the porch, I blankly stared at the sky as the sunset unfolded.

The orange sunset itself looked like a painting.

Maybe I’ll try to make a live-action painting of it later. It’s a pointless thought, though.

Tap tap.

“What are you spacing out for?”

“Teacher.”

My teacher tapped my back with his legs. Thinking about it, my life changed after meeting this man.

It wasn’t in a bad way, though.

“Where are the kids?”

They were right next to me just a moment ago. Where did they go?

At my question, my teacher lifted his head, and it looked like they had gone upstairs.

‘Wait, was the house always built with a second floor?’

I wondered about that, but whatever.

“So, why are you sitting alone, looking so pitiful?”

My teacher sat down beside me with the same expression he used when looking at the old Sanya.

It wasn’t the face of the grumpy person I had seen recently but the face of an old sage.

...He might look like an old man now. Anyway.

“Well... I was just wondering what would’ve happened if I hadn’t met you, teacher. Just a thought.”

“Hmmm.”

He sipped his canned coffee. The kids had brought in some things earlier, probably from the convenience store.

He grabbed one of the cans and opened it.

“Sanya. No, Ha-Eun. Do you know how fate comes about?”