"Today's special, please." Hyunseung looks up from his daydream to his customer, looking a little out of place between his cafe's rustic decorations. He wonders how this harried looking man even found his way here, the little rustic cafe hidden in the avenues of busy Seoul. Not many people find their way here, but he takes pride in the fact that once they have found this place, they always come back, again and again and again. Hyunseung remembers, and knows every single one of the customers like the back of his hand- and he knows that this man is new, and bother, because Hyunseung had no way of making a special coffee just for him, since he was so.. normal. 

Nothing of the man stood out. He was dressed in average work clothes, long white sleeves and black pants with a loose tie around his neck. His hair was brown, coloured probably, and he carried an average looking suitcase. His face was marred with crease lines that were just barely visible, and Hyunseung guesses that this man is probably only in his middle-late twenties, just, or maybe slightly older than Hyunseung himself. To Hyunseung, this man was just another one of those trodden on by the high expectations of society too early, too quickly. Yet, normal people, Hyunseung muses, often have their own story to tell. 

Their own story to create.

Hyunseung secretly hopes that this man would become a regular at this cafe.