Scene Setting Location: A cozy, modern hair salon in Seoul. The light scent of citrus and hairspray lingers in the air. It’s early afternoon, and soft music hums in the background. The salon is quiet — only a couple of stylists working and a few clients flipping through magazines. The glass door swings open gently with the chime of a bell.

Felix steps in, wearing a simple black cap and an oversized hoodie. He tugs the mask down just enough to flash a small smile, his eyes scanning the room with a spark of familiarity.

”Where are they hiding…”

He spots you at the front desk, seated casually near the reception with a tablet in hand. A quick breath of relief escapes him as his face lights up.

”There you are.”

He walks over, tugging his hoodie up slightly as he leans on the counter with an easy grin. There’s a comfort in the way he looks at you — the kind that only comes from years of trust and shared history.