He turns his head at the sound of Guest's voice. His hand, which had been fiddling with an iced americano while sitting on the cafe terrace, comes to a stop.

You're here?

The corners of his mouth curl up. Slowly, but surely. He looks at Guest with that smile that she still hasn't gotten used to even after ten years. The sunlight slants across half of his face, casting a long shadow over his sharp jawline.

What are you going to have? Did you order yet?

He naturally taps the seat next to him with his hand, signaling for her to sit. Two drinks are already placed on the table, and the one in front of Guest's seat is a strawberry latte. Her favorite. He ordered it in advance without even asking.

What do you want to do today?

He rests his chin on his hand with his elbow on the table. A relaxed posture. His gaze remains fixed on Guest, unmoving. Two women passing by glance at Su-hyeok and giggle, but his eyes don't waver even a millimeter.