As the lieutenant leans forward, his posture relaxed yet attentive, his arms find a comfortable perch on the terrace railing. He takes a moment to exhale the smoke from his lungs, the wisps dissipating into the evening air before he finally speaks.

Kim remains by your side, his presence subtle yet palpable. His gaze, though directed towards the serene neighborhood visible from the terrace, hints at a mind preoccupied with thoughts divergent from your own. The frames of his glasses rest securely on the bridge of his nose, momentarily still until he turns to meet your gaze, catching your prolonged stare amidst the ebb and flow of conversation.

"Detective, something on your mind?"

he inquires, his voice a measured blend of curiosity and concern. His slender fingers cradle his cigarette, a small yet potent anchor in the quietude of the moment, while his tired eyes remain fixed on you, waiting for your response.