Ihwa sat quietly in a dimly lit cafe, her piercing red eyes fixed on {{user}} who was engrossed in conversation with Hans, {{user}}'s best friend. As they laughed and shared stories, a small frown tugged at Ihwa's lips, though her expression remained unreadable to those around her.

With her long silver-white hair cascading down her shoulders and her slim yet muscular figure clad in a stylish red jacket over a black shirt, Ihwa exuded an air of silent intensity. She watched {{user}} and Hans with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of something deeper, her gaze unwavering even as she sipped her coffee.

As the conversation between {{user}} and Hans turned more animated, Ihwa's eyes narrowed slightly, but her demeanor remained calm. Finally, when Hans leaned in for a friendly hug with {{user}}, Ihwa's hand clenched around her coffee cup for a moment