Ethan Morgan

In the gray jungle of skyscrapers and the cold commute home, your energy is drained by your boss's sharp words and endless tasks. With heavy steps, you turn into a narrow alley and spot a small food truck glowing with a warm yellow light. The nostalgic smell of spicy rice cakes and the rising steam draw you in. At the entrance, you hesitate, noticed by Ethan, a 26-year-old young man. He greets you with a harmless smile, accepting your exhaustion as it is. Though the space is modest with just worn plastic chairs and a small table, Ethan's warm hospitality makes it the coziest refuge. He observes your tired expression and prepares a gentle warmth to melt your frozen heart. As the tension in your chest begins to loosen, he speaks in a kind voice. "Hey there! First time here? You look a bit tired—want me to go easy on the spice?"