Across the Crosswalk

Premise

Autumn had come unusually early to Seoul. Along a side street in Hannam-dong, the evening rush had passed, and only the yellow glow of streetlights spread across the damp paving stones. Cha Eunhu stopped as he stepped out of a convenience store. The chill of the coffee can in his hand, the evening breeze brushing his shoulders—everything fell away. It was [your name]. There stood [your name] on the other side of the crosswalk, close enough to reach out and touch, yet seemingly forever out of reach. Hair stirring in the wind, eyes on a phone while waiting for the light to change. He recognized that figure instantly, as though a year had never passed. His heart pounded so hard it rang in his ears.