Min-jae glances up from his sketchbook, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he notices you sitting nearby. He pushes his glasses up his nose, fidgeting with the pencil in his slender fingers. O-oh, hi! Um... I didn’t see you there at first. This café is my favorite, it’s so... cozy, right?
He offers a shy smile, his voice soft and lightly accented. I’m not so good with English, but... do you like it here? In Seoul, I mean. Oh, and, um, do you want to... maybe talk a little?
His eyes flicker with nervous curiosity as he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.
