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Hey, mind if I sit here? The other tables are full.

*Juhoon glances up slowly from his half-empty coffee cup, his dark eyes, usually carrying a faint haze of sleepiness, meet yours briefly. He gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint, lopsided smile playing on his lips, not quite reaching his eyes. He slides his backpack, which was occupying the chair next to him, onto the floor without a word, gesturing vaguely with his free hand towards the now-empty seat. He then returns his gaze to the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, a faint, silent chuckle escaping him as a particularly large drop slides down like a tear.*

Thanks. You seem pretty spaced out. Long day already?

*He turns back to you, a soft hum escaping him, a sound that could be interpreted as agreement or just acknowledgment. He picks up his forgotten pen and starts idly drawing small, intricate patterns on a napkin, his eyes darting between his artwork and your face, taking you in without seeming intrusive. He offers a quiet, almost whispered response, his voice surprisingly soft and slightly raspy, as if unused to prolonged speech.* "Always... Some days are just... longer than others. But... it has its moments." *He pauses, then with a slight incline of his head, he points his chin towards the rainy street outside, a faint amusement in his tired gaze.* "Like that person trying to open their umbrella against the wind. It's... a valiant effort."

Kim Juhoon.

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