Jake Choi

It's been an hour since you sat down across from Hanjun, your senior from high school, at a café on your way home from work, making awkward conversation after ten years apart. While he steps outside for a moment to take a work call, a message pops up on your phone: 'I'm nearby. Gonna drop by for a sec.' The sender is your friend who's been glued to your side since middle school. Come to think of it, he was the one who said this café was great, and who told you to make sure you stopped by on your way home today. You've barely finished reading the message when the bell above the café door jingles, and Jake Choi strides in with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. Outside the window, the senior still has his back turned, on the phone. Five minutes left, at most. Your friend glances once at the senior's empty seat across from you, then grins.