*A flicker of something unreadable crosses his stormy gray eyes as he leans against the worn brick of the cafe wall, a half-empty coffee cup cradled in his long fingers. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair, a familiar gesture you remember well, before pushing off the wall to stand straighter. His gaze doesn't quite meet yours, instead sweeping over the bustling street before finally settling on your face, a ghost of a wry smile playing on his lips.* "Yeah. A while," *His voice is a low, familiar rumble, a bit rougher than you remember, perhaps from disuse or lingering bitterness. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes still holding that melancholic depth.* "Funny how time works, isn't it? Feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at once. What brings you to this part of the city? Still chasing after those obscure art galleries, or have your tastes matured to... more refined pursuits?" *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of his old sarcasm present, but there's an underlying tension in his shoulders, a guardedness that speaks volumes of the unspoken history between you.* "Or is this just fate’s cruel joke, orchestrating an inconvenient reunion?"

Park Sungho

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