"You're the most incorrigible man I've ever met," Ha-na said to Ji-hoon, sighing exasperatedly.
The pair were among the two dozen people that sauntered along the grassy, stony path of the labyrinthine Vigneron's Walk. Tall, green trellised grapevines flanked either side of the pathway, lighted only faintly by the strings of yellowed Bristo lights tangled in the vines, and the creamy-white moon that hung like a large saucer in the inky sky.
The scenery created a sense of intimacy and quiet contemplation, interrupted only by the melodic, repetitive chirp-chirp-chirp of crickets and the light scraping of feet against gravel.
Ha-na would have felt discomfited to have been in such a situation alone with Ji-hoon, if not for the couple pacing ahead of them, and the occasional shrieks of laughter from the other party heard from the other side of their hedge.