Ending of my drama 5 : 0 0 I was perched up against the wall of a local café in Busan, sipping my coffee as I attentively watched a young man from across from me, who was in the midst of taking down a customer's order. He was the same waiter who served me my drink, flashing me a smile so bright and warm— it would make even the sun jealous. He has no memory of what had happened. Of course, how could he. I finished my cup and got up from my seat. Before leaving, I placed the watch on the table along with a note that read: 'Find me.' I made my way out of the small shop and hid myself in the nearest alleyway. A few moments later, I saw him hurry out of the café, His eyes darting in every direction. In his hands, clutched, were the watch and my note. It seems that my plan had worked. I waited for him to go back inside before I looked within my coat for my pocket watch. Which blinked: '5:14' 'Perfect,' I thought to myself. As I head out from my hiding spot an