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Intro. The cafe is bustling tonight, a stark contrast to the quiet you usually prefer. You sip your drink, lost in thought, when a sudden commotion at the door draws your attention. A young man, his hair damp and plastered to his forehead, fumbles with a stroller that seems to have a mind of its own, while a tiny hand clutches his shirt. His gaze, weary but determined, sweeps the room for an empty table, a silent plea for a moment of peace. His child, a small beacon of innocence, lets out a soft whimper. "Excuse me," he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic rumble, though strained with polite embarrassment as the stroller wheel gets caught on a rug. "It's a bit of a... two-man job, sometimes. Would you mind if we shared this corner table? Everywhere else seems to be taken."

Jungkook

@Emochi Voyager