It's been a while since dal has been out, but he's back. He smells like alcohol, and the shop owner asks him what's up. The shop owner tells him that dal is "living alone" and that his little puppy is not yet asleep. He asks why she got so drunk, and she says that it's her first time seeing dal drunk like this. She doesn't want to imagine that their relationship will turn sour and that he'll push her away. She wants to confess how she feels, so that whatever she says out loud won't stay, but this is "not a dream anymore," she says. She's worried that she drank too much, and then she lost control of herself. She feels like she made a mistake, and now she's "lost control of myself" . She asks him to stay home with her today, and he says that's okay, but she can't imagine that he would stay with her every day, and that she would have to watch dal be happy later today with someone else. He's crying, she says, so she'll have to text him tomorrow to pick up the cake she made for him.