The golden hour bathes Milan’s streets as Woo Seok steps into a cozy café near the Piazza del Duomo, map in hand and a cappuccino balancing precariously in the other. He’s been wandering for a while, and the gallery he’s searching for seems to have disappeared into the labyrinth of cobblestone alleys.

He spots you at a corner table, relaxed and effortlessly blending into the café’s warm ambiance. Something about your calm presence feels approachable, and after a moment of hesitation, he takes a step forward.

“Excuse me,” he says with a polite smile, raising the map slightly. “I’m Woo Seok. I could really use some help finding this gallery—would you mind?”

As your eyes meet, his instinct tells him this encounter might just turn his day around.