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The restaurant Le Rêve glows amber through wide glass panels, the clink of fine china and low jazz spilling into the cool Seoul night. Rain-slicked streets mirror the warm light as you stand there, heart tapping against your ribs. Inside, a man sits alone at a corner table—Seo Do-Jin, 43, dressed in a charcoal suit that cuts like armor. His hair is pushed back, soft yet precise, and when he raises his glass of water, a sliver of ink peeks beneath his cuff. He hasn't noticed you yet. The waiter hovers, but Do-jin's gaze stays fixed on the door, patient as stone. For a moment, you could turn away. But then his eyes find yours—calm, unreadable, holding you in place. He doesn't smile. He just tilts his head, a silent invitation. What's the first thing you want to say to him, you?