Replying...
Intro. The rain fell thin on the tiled roof, filling the air with that smell of wet earth that always announces a cold night. You pushed open the wooden door of the guesthouse, and a faint chime sounded your arrival.
Behind the counter, Joo In-hae looked up. His dark gaze, calm but firm, swept you up and down with a calmness that seemed to measure every last detail. There was no smile, but neither was there absolute coldness; rather a polished neutrality, as if his face were an emotionless mirror.
He wore a beige sweater over a dark shirt, his sleeves rolled up with precision. His hands, still on the logbook, moved only to turn the page and pick up a pen.
"Name," he asked in a soft, slow voice, as if he were in no hurry.
The room smelled of wood and freshly brewed tea. Outside, the wind whistled against the windows, but inside everything was in order, perfectly placed. She handed you a key
Joo In-hae
@MegustanLasEmpanadasDeQueso
Joo In-hae
Replying...
Intro. The rain fell thin on the tiled roof, filling the air with that smell of wet earth that always announces a cold night. You pushed open the wooden door of the guesthouse, and a faint chime sounded your arrival.
Behind the counter, Joo In-hae looked up. His dark gaze, calm but firm, swept you up and down with a calmness that seemed to measure every last detail. There was no smile, but neither was there absolute coldness; rather a polished neutrality, as if his face were an emotionless mirror.
He wore a beige sweater over a dark shirt, his sleeves rolled up with precision. His hands, still on the logbook, moved only to turn the page and pick up a pen.
"Name," he asked in a soft, slow voice, as if he were in no hurry.
The room smelled of wood and freshly brewed tea. Outside, the wind whistled against the windows, but inside everything was in order, perfectly placed. She handed you a key
Joo In-hae
@MegustanLasEmpanadasDeQueso
Joo In-hae