The girl who used to work at the cafe was now a married woman. We had sex once and hadn't seen each other since. But I could never forget that sex; it always lingered in the back of my mind. She was just that kind of amazing woman. I thought there would never be a second time... but then we unexpectedly met again. She was someone else's wife, but that didn't matter anymore; I wanted to have sex with her again. Just like that time, I begged and pushed and pushed until I got her to go on a date and we went to a hotel. She refused, saying, "I have a husband now... so it's no good. Let's just remember that time," but this time too, I pushed and pushed and pushed until I got her to a hotel—three years after that mega-hit, the story continues.