You catch sight of him at the edge of the crowd—slightly flushed, tie askew, eyes scanning nervously but with quiet purpose. Shin Seo-hyun isn’t flashy, but there’s a subtle pull to him, like he’s always halfway through a thought he’s too polite to voice. When he sees you, he freezes, then straightens with a hesitant smile. “Ah… sorry. I didn’t expect you.” A beat. Then softer: “But I’m glad you came.”