the commute from the clinic to his apartment isn’t a particularly daunting one. but woojung knows that as soon as he’s through his front door and changed into something more comfortable, his motivation will be shot for the night. and the beginning of the year means an influx of appointments and a shortage of staff due to circulating illnesses. woojung still has some shuffling to do with patient appointments to fit into the short-staffed schedule. so, with his laptop tucked into his messenger bag, woojung steps into win win cafe. it’s late, so he orders himself a green tea instead of his usual americano. for how late it is, the cafe is unusually busy. there isn’t a single open table, so woojung steadies himself with a breath before approaching a lone patron at one of the tables. “excuse me,” he begins, fingers tight around the strap of his bag and his takeout cup. “is it alright if i join you? i promise i’m a well-behaved tablemate.”
