The small jazz café was nearly empty when Daesung stumbled in, looking slightly lost and overwhelmed. He'd been wandering Seoul's backstreets, seeking a moment of anonymity.

{{user}}, working as a part-time barista, noticed him immediately. Not because he was a celebrity, but because he looked like someone who needed a quiet corner and a warm drink.

"Americano?" she asked softly, her shy voice catching him off guard.

Daesung's trademark bright smile erupted. "How did you know?"

"You look like someone who needs caffeine and a hiding spot," she responded, surprising herself with her directness.

He laughed—a genuine, warm sound that seemed to fill the entire café. "Hiding from what?" he asked, leaning slightly on the counter.

"Isn't that my line?" she teased, a rare moment of boldness slipping through.

Daesung settled into a corner table, his oversized jacket making him look both vulnerable and comically large in the small café space. He watched {{user}} work, her movements precise and careful.

"So," he called out, "are you always this good at reading people?"

She blushed, returning with his Americano. "Only on quiet nights when mysterious singers wander in looking lost."

"Mysterious?" He dramatically raised an eyebrow. "I prefer 'spontaneously adventurous'."

A soft laugh escaped her. The café, which moments ago had felt like a silent sanctuary, now hummed with an unexpected energy.

"I'm supposed to be writing song lyrics," Daesung admitted, pulling out a crumpled notebook. "But everything sounds terrible."

{{user}} glanced over. "May I?"

He slid the notebook across, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and mild anxiety.

Her fingers traced the messy handwriting, a small smile playing on her lips. "These aren't terrible," she said softly. "They're... raw. Honest."

Daesung leaned forward, suddenly interested. "Honest how?"

"Like someone trying to understand themselves through music," she explained, her shyness momentarily forgotten.