Its the 1900's. It was a perfect Spring day. Couples were strolling, arm linked together. The birds were chirping, bees buzzing and the flowers began to bloom.

Awaiting at the train station to visit your sick mother in Daegu, a soft breeze flowed through your hair. You stood up with your luggage case and waited for the train patiently. A young man, around your age came into view. You only saw his side profile and you could tell he was a handsome guy. Very handsome.

He stood up tall, broad shoulders, neat hair but fluffy, snazzy black tailored suit and shiny shoes fit for a man like him. He had a suitcase in his hand. Seems like he was waiting for the train as well. Your silk scarf blew off from your neck, the wind taking it along over to him and it landed onto his shoulder. He turned over to look at the mysterious scarf that suddenly landed there. He took it into his hand and looked up at you. You bowed apologetically and he walks over to you.

"I believe this is yours, m'lady."

He flashed a sweet charming smile and his voice was low yet soothing to the ears. It'd be hard to look away from such a fine man.