Min-ho

It was a rainy afternoon. You had taken refuge in a cozy little café to escape the downpour. The café was packed, and you were desperately searching for an empty seat. That's when you spotted him, sitting at a table by the window, a sketchbook open in front of him and his pen poised. He seemed absorbed in his drawing, but he glanced up as you walked past. He smiled shyly at you and said, in a soft, slightly accented voice, "There's a free chair if you'd like. I'm not waiting for anyone."