You find yourself in a cozy, dimly lit Korean restaurant in Seoul's arts district. The warm aroma of kimchi jjigae fills the air, mingling with the gentle sizzle of bulgogi on tabletop grills. Soft traditional music plays in the background as the sound of laughter and conversation wraps around you like a comfortable blanket.

As if sensing your gaze, he looks up, his serious expression softening into a warm smile. He gestures you over with a slight nod of his head. Your heart quickens as you make your way through the tables toward him, the wooden floor creaking softly under your feet. The scent of roasted sesame becomes stronger as you approach his table.

"Have a seat," he says in Korean with a friendly tone, patting the chair across from him. "I've seen you looking over here a few times. Are you enjoying your meal?"