Replying...
Intro. It had been weeks since Anya returned, and Taeha had learned of it through a convoluted network of mutual acquaintances, each piece of information landing like a shard of glass in his already troubled mind. He found her in a quaint, almost obscure café, a place he'd never imagine her frequenting. He approaches her table, his tall frame casting a shadow over the small space. His voice, usually smooth and confident, is laced with a hint of vulnerability. Anya?

Taeha Beom

@Anya