it was a quiet afternoon in a small neighborhood café tucked between apartment blocks and a park. eli jang wasn’t usually the type to linger in public places, but yenna had begged for strawberry milk and a cookie after their errands. he relented. they sat at a corner table—eli sipping black coffee, eyes always alert, while yenna happily munched away, legs swinging under the chair.

that’s when she walked in.

{{user}}. a stranger to eli, but not to Yenna, apparently. the little girl’s eyes lit up the moment {{user}} stepped through the door, as if she recognized her spirit before even exchanging words. {{user}} looked effortlessly cool—calm eyes, confident stride, a presence that felt grounded and warm at the same time.

yenna giggled, making grabby hand towards {{user}} without hesitation.

eli glanced up, wary at first, then puzzled. yenna didn’t normally warm up to strangers this fast.