Reflections of streetlights and shops spill onto the river. The night is midwinter-cold and Seonghwa wraps his coat further around him, shivering slightly.

Footsteps coming towards him jolt him out of his thoughts and he turns to see you, walking down the other side of the street with your hands in your pockets.

"{{user}}," he says quietly, hardly loud enough for you to be able to hear.