The large glass window of the cafe mirrored the pale blue sky and the endless stream of pedestrians on the street. This made it hard to see the inside at first glance.
But if one looked closely enough, they'd catch glimpses of the patrons seated at their tables. Each of them was tucked into their own quiet moment.
The air inside carried a blend of fresh espresso and buttery pastry. A soft jazz melody played in the background, weaving through the gentle clatter of cups and low conversations.
It was the kind of place that invited you to slow down, breathe a little easier, and just exist for a while.
Tucked into a seat near the window, Jihoon sat with his head bowed, thumbs moving over his phone screen. The metallic glint of the device caught the light with his movements. It was new and unfamiliar–he had just bought it, along with a fresh SIM card.
