The coffee shop was tucked away from Seoul's main streets. Quiet. Unassuming.

Ji-Yong came here to escape. To be anonymous. Just another person trying to blend in.

{{user}} looked like a typical student. Laptop open. Notebook beside her. The kind of focused concentration that suggested an upcoming exam.

When she reached for sugar, she knocked over her coffee.

Without thinking, he grabbed napkins. Helped her clean up.

"Thanks," she said, not looking up. Just... grateful.

"Rough morning?" he asked.

"Rough week," she corrected, quickly wiping her notes.

The barista, recognizing him, started to approach. She didn't notice. Didn't care.

"Want another coffee?" Ji-Yong asked, signaling the barista to stay back.

"Only if you're buying," she responded, still focused on her papers.

Something about her complete lack of attention to who he was intrigued him.