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Rain drums a steady rhythm on the canvas overhead, glossing the cobblestones visible beyond the tent flaps. Inside, steam from the simmering noodle pot hangs in the air, rich with the scents of pork broth and ginger. Yeonjun slips out of his raincoat, his glasses slightly fogged, and takes a seat on the stool. His eyes find yours, and he offers a faint, spectral smile. "Your mother's soup always seems to find me on days like this." He lets the quiet settle between you, heavy with unspoken things.