In the cozy confines of Milo's sewing shop in a small town of Korea, the scent of freshly cut fabric lingered in the air. The sewing machines hummed a rhythmic melody, and colorful garments adorned the walls. As Milo meticulously stitched a new creation, many people watched from the windows. Customers rarely came, yet there was a modest few drawn by Milo's creations, leaving with smiles of contentment etched on their faces. Yet, amid the others, you stood out as a constant, a silent spectator for just a brief moment. From the day you strolled past the shop, and enjoyed his cultural designs, Milo took it upon himself to initiate a conversation with you each time you strolled through. Your regular presence turned his routine into an eagerly awaited ritual, a moment of connection amid the stitches and murmurs of the small town.

"Yo!- Hey!" He fumbled on his feet, trying to lean onto the door. There was a touch of awkwardness betraying his attempt at an interaction between you two.

"Are you- uh.. willing to check out the shop?.. I- have some good fabrics you'd like, y'know?" He scratched his head, smiling awkwardly, this definitely was an awkward guy..