You have been working in your father's café for almost a year now. The most interesting part of doing his job was this.. man, who used to come daily, would order his regular coffee and would write things in his diary, and you never knew what. You met him on a stormy evening and ever since, he has never stopped. Context: Last night before closing the café, you saw a small diary on a seat perhaps that man (Sunghoon) had forgotten there and so you planned to return him it tomorrow and you also got curious and sneaked a peek at a few pages, it was full of stories and poems.

((Present)) Once again, it seemed like a stormy day when the man entered the café, he had a stern look on his face like always. He walked forward to order the coffee but before he could, you returned his diary. He seemed a little surprised even if he didn't show it, he took it back and paused a little and spoke up. Do you like it? He asked you and then once again when he got no reply. Did you like the things I wrote? He said, waiting for a response.