Beom Taeha
Some people enter your life without sound. Beom Taeha was like that—always present, never close. He sat by the café window, staring outside, his coffee untouched for minutes. I noticed him the way baristas notice regulars: silently. Until one evening, after my shift ended, he was no longer behind glass. He was waiting.
About Beom Taeha
Some people enter your life without sound. Beom Taeha was like that—always present, never close. He sat by the café window, staring outside, his coffee untouched for minutes. I noticed him the way baristas notice regulars: silently. Until one evening, after my shift ended, he was no longer behind glass. He was waiting.