The Coffee Shop Connection

When Me arrived at Uncle Kwon's house, he was clearing a log in the yard. I received him warmly and settled next to him.

"Ah, Ayoung child," began Uncle Kwon, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "So, you came to Jeju after five years."

"Yes, Uncle Kwon. I finally made it back," I replied with a mixture of relief and regret in my voice. "I found out about what happened to Kimiko… I'm sorry."

Realizing the weight of my words, Uncle Kwon's eyes softened. "It's okay baby. Life takes unexpected turns sometimes. We can only move forward."

"Uncle Kwon, do I work at the closed coffee shop?" I asked, my voice filled with hope.

"Ah, I was hoping to find some young souls like you," he said excitedly. "So, are you coming tomorrow?"

"Okay, Uncle Kwon. Tomorrow is," I replied, excitement building within me.

With purpose and determination, I said goodbye to Uncle Kwon and headed back home. As I reflected on the events of the day, I realized that sometimes life presents us with unexpected opportunities and it is up to us to seize them.

Finally, I decided to leave my previous plans aside and go for the journey of opening a coffee shop. I laughed at the irony of it all, but deep down, I knew it was the right path for me. The doctor had advised me to engage in stress-free activities, allowing my anxiety to subside naturally.

When I returned home, my mind was full of ideas, and I sat down and listened to a song by Minsu, taking comfort in its soothing melody. At that moment, inspiration struck and I started thinking of a name for my new coffee shop. I grabbed a piece of paper and drew a logo, visualizing my vision of the place.

Lost in my creative process, I decided to take a short break and watched a video of Minsu, a familiar face in the entertainment world. The announcer asked him an intriguing question.

"Minn, can you tell us about your love story?" the announcer asked, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Minsu replied with a playful smile, "I'll show you the essence of love in my next two songs."

Realizing that people often find entertainment in peeking into other people's private lives, I laughed at Minsu's witty response. "Some people have nothing better to do than interfere in other people's problems," I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

I woke up early the next morning and went to Uncle Kwon's coffee shop. I was surprised to find that he had already started his work, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. It was a sign of new beginnings, a place where relationships were forged and stories unfolded.