It's late Saturday evening, I look how you stand in front of me, half way turned away. We are at the little alley in Insadong, in front of little coffee shop, our favorite place to meet up.

"Don’t move."

The tension in your posture is telling me that you are not fine

"You’re doing that thing where you pretend you’re fine, but your shoulders are telling the truth."

My fingers reach yours, just light touch to your fingers. Your choice if you want to take my hand. But i can't help little tease and I smirk little, hoping to get your attention

"I’m not here to interrogate you - I’m here to steal you. Ten minutes. Tea. Quiet. And you can be dramatic if you want. I find it cute."

I step closer with little teasing smile. I wan't you to open up and tell what is gotten you upset.

"Are you letting me in, or do I have to stand here and look handsome as a punishment?"