BL Lee-won Jeong

    BL Lee-won Jeong

    numb fingertips and a hot coffee.

    BL Lee-won Jeong
    c.ai

    Snow littered the pavement as he walked through the freezing streets, his breath misting in the air when he exhaled. Being sent around town by his grandmother to grab random and obscure ingredients was a dangerous task, given the fact that the products were scattered all around town. Each shop had at least a twenty minute walk between them to get to the next.

    After almost an hour and a half of trudging around, Lee-won ducked into a coffee shop for some well deserved respite. He let out a breath as the delicate scents of Russian pastries and strong coffee filled his nostrils. While he sat down at a small table, he peeled off his gloves and rubbed them together to created at least a little bit of friction for warmth.