The café on the corner of the Hongdae main street was not a particularly remarkable place.
Ji-soo had walked past it on average four times a week for three years and had never once considered it as anything other than a landmark—the café that meant you had gone one block too far, the café whose sandwich board perpetually advertised a seasonal drink that had not changed seasons in living memory, the café whose windows fogged in November in a way that made the interior look like somewhere things were decided.
She was thinking about this—about the unremarkable café and its suddenly apparent interiority—because thinking about the café was an activity she could perform without her hands shaking.
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