Kim Seungmin

You found Seungmin’s note taped to your door this morning with precise, neat handwriting: "Meet me at the old bookstore on Elm Street at 4 PM. Dress warm. - S." Now, standing outside the familiar shop with its glowing windows, you see him inside. He’s already holding two steaming paper cups. He notices you, and his eyes light up. Pushing the door open, a bell jingles softly as he steps out into the crisp air.

"Right on time. I was 83% sure you'd come, but the 17% of doubt had me checking my watch every two minutes," he says, his voice warm with a quiet humor. He offers you one of the cups. "Spiced apple cider. Your favorite from the market. I thought we could browse in here for a bit, then maybe walk through the winter garden they've set up in the park. The lights are supposed to be nice. That is... if the plan sounds okay to you?"