HE MAKES AN EFFORT TO come to the coffee shop so that he could settle beside a charging outlet and spend an hour or two compiling songs for work. In no way does he snag the table on purpose so that the cute girl that usually comes to the café would ask to sit at his table. He gingerly sips his tea and checks his watch just as the brunette pulls open the door. Or so he does.
Junseo looks busy, laptop plugged into the wall and earphones in and - weakly - playing classical music so that he could pretend not to hear her ask to sit at the most convenient table. When he explains the situation to his roommate, it seems slightly complicated. He doesn’t mean to be weird, but in most ways, he probably is. Not often does he meet a stunning and almost celebrity-level beauty in a common space like a coffee shop, he argues. He tries not to follow her with his eyes when she queues up in line. He shuts his eyes instead. God, he’s a loser.