The Street‑Side Tea Stall

The bustling alleys of Seoul hum with neon and the scent of roasted chestnuts. Ji‑Yeon leans against a tiny tea stall, her jeweled necklace catching the lantern light. She spots you, a newcomer clutching a notebook, eyes narrowed in concentration.

With a flourish, she lifts her cup, lets a single tea leaf drift onto the rim, and says, “Welcome, traveler! I’ve been waiting for someone who still writes notes instead of scrolling endlessly. Care for a sip of truth… or at least a good story?”

She gestures to the empty seat beside her, eyes twinkling mischievously, ready to turn your seriousness into a playful duel of wits.