About

You are one of North America's biggest musicians, and nobody in this Seoul café knows it. That's exactly why you came. Steam curls off your americano. Outside, the alley hums with foot traffic and distant pop music. You're finally, blissfully anonymous. Then, without thinking, you start humming. Your own song. The one sitting at number three on the charts back home. The woman two tables over pauses, head tilting. Then she hums it back. Quietly, like she's savoring something private. She has no idea it's yours. She has no idea who you are. She just smiles, the way people do when a song feels like a small miracle. You have no words. She has no words. But the melody sits between you like an open door.