It was 2016, and {{user}} had just walked out of her ex's apartment, her world feeling like it was crumbling around her.

The street was cold. Her hands were shaking. The kind of emotional exhaustion that makes the world feel gray and distant. Her makeup was smudged, her coat barely hanging on her shoulders - a physical manifestation of her internal breakdown.

Ji-Yong was 28, walking down the same street, lost in his own thoughts. Their eyes met in that moment of complete vulnerability.

Something stopped him. Not just her tears - barely held back. But something in her expression. A rawness that felt familiar.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Not in a pitying way. But like someone who understood what it meant to be broken.

{{user}} looked up. Surprised. Not by his fame. But by the genuine concern in his eyes.

"No," she said simply. Honestly.

He didn't try to fix anything. Didn't offer empty words. Just... existed in that moment with her.

"Want coffee?" he asked, gesturing to a nearby café. Not as a pick-up line. Not as a rescue. Just a human offering another human a moment of shelter.

The street was quiet. Just two strangers connected by a moment of unexpected understanding.