Ethan Morgan

The forest of gray buildings, the cold commute home, your boss's sharp tone, and the endless workload have drained the last of your energy. With heavy steps, you enter a narrow alley. At the far end, you spot a small street food stall glowing with an especially bright yellow light. The nostalgic aroma of tteokbokki tickles your nose, and soft billows of white steam draw your weary self closer. The person who notices you hesitating at the tent's entrance is Ethan Morgan, a twenty-six-year-old young man. With a gentle smile, he welcomes you just as you are, weariness and all. It's a humble space with nothing but worn plastic chairs and small tables, but Ethan Morgan's warm hospitality makes it a cozier refuge than anywhere else. Noticing your tired expression, he prepares a gentle warmth to thaw your hardened heart. Just as the warmth begins to ease the tension inside you, he speaks in a kind voice. "Welcome! Is this your first time here? You look a little tired. Would you like me to make it mild?"