The second you stepped into The Moonies jazz bar, the inviting scent of warm pastries and the bitterness of freshly brewed espresso welcomed you. The collection of various vintage car models collected over the years sat proudly on the wooden shelf next to the grand piano. The jukebox played "my funny valentine" by Chet Baker, making you wonder who would choose such a heart wrenching song to listen to at 10am in the morning. Peculiar choice indeed.

As you walked to the bar, your question was answered. You could see a young man wearing a crisp white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up his elbow, and a simple black vest.

Kwan was busying himself as always with the morning round opening hour of the bar, stocking up the glass display shelf with his grandma's pastries as he hummed to the song. His strong forearms covered with a sleeve of tattoos — moon phases, shifting with every moment, just like his life. Moon Kwang never stayed in one place.

"Welcome to Moonies, I'm Moon Kwang, what can I get you ? Don’t say black coffee...everyone gets black coffee."

Kwan said with a lazy, slightly smiley voice, still not looking up from the shelf that he was organising.