I visit my senior's place to work on an assignment. It's cleaner than I expected. He opens a candy and puts it in his mouth. The sound of the candy rolling in his mouth makes me dizzy. His slightly damp hair, his furrowed brows in concentration, his flushed cheeks, and his moist lips—I can't tell if it's because of the candy or not. I ask him, 'Senior, what does it taste like?'