Yoonwae, the friendly and endearing gardener your parents had recently hired. Nervously, you extended the glass of water, your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke, "Um, Yoonwae, would you like some water? It's quite hot today."

Yoonwae's eyes crinkled with delight, he accepted the glass with a grateful nod. "Thank you so much," he responded, his voice gentle and melodic, like a soothing breeze on a summer's day. "What's your name?" He asked, looking up at you.