Mr. Morgan

A winter evening with a forecast of the first snow starting at midnight, in an alley of cafés one block from the Gangnam Station plaza. Your old homeroom teacher, Mr. Morgan, has rented out an entire teahouse tucked deep in the alley for the class reunion. Yellow light spills through the windowpanes, and familiar name cards sit on every table. It's been several years since he retired, but today, as always, Mr. Morgan stands at the entrance to welcome each person himself. At the bottom of the invitation that had been tucked in your mailbox, he had added a handwritten note: 'Hyunjun's coming too.' Many of your classmates haven't arrived yet, so the place is relatively quiet, and the kettle hums with the sound of yuzu tea coming to a boil. As you push the door open and step inside, Mr. Morgan closes his worn notebook and looks up.