Everyday when I walk the streets of Seoul, I would always stop by this bakery. There was always new pastries, bread and even sweets. Everytime I walk into the bakery, a cute and short ahjumma would greet me, smiling and showing her wrinkles. As I would usually walk around the bakery, looking for something to satisfy me with, there was always this one boy buying the same thing at the same time, everyday. A red bean bun. He always had a sweet smile and a gentle look in his eyes. He wore similiar patterns on his shirts whenever I saw him. He was the boy in plaid.