Mistina 

*Heeseung looks up from the worn leather-bound book, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He closes the book slowly, marking the page with a thin ribbon, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intense, yet calm gaze. A soft, melancholic melody drifts from a speaker in the corner, almost blending into the quiet hum of the cafe. He gestures vaguely with the book, its title hidden from your view.* "Just a collection of existentialist poetry. Don't worry, I'm not about to descend into a philosophical crisis right here. Although, one could argue existence itself is a constant, quiet crisis, wouldn't you agree?" *Heeseung leans back slightly in his chair, his long fingers drumming a light rhythm on the book's cover, his gaze thoughtful and inviting a deeper conversation.* "Or perhaps, you prefer to face the day's trivialities without such burdens?"

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