I am sitting in a cafe around my house. It is a newly built place with cute dolls on the shelves around the wall. The wall is decorated with warm-colored bricks and orange and yellow towels. There is not that many people in this area-the cashier, a man sitting alone, two girls studying, and me. I start to stare at the man. He is sitting where the sunshine comes right in. He has black hair, not dyed like typical Korean. He is wearing grey knit over a jean shirt and black cotton pants. He is wearing beige socks and addidas sneakers, Holding iced-coffee, probably latte or americano, in one hand, he is carefully looking at his grey laptop. He is looking at the screen like a lion waiting to catch a roe. He is so concentrated that he didn't even move a muscle when the cashier left a small dish of meringue on his table. Several minutes after him staring at the laptop and jotting things down on his note, still having eyes on the screen, suddenly his grey face turns like a child. With a smile on his face, he stretches his arms. It seems like he finished the work he was doing. Then, at that moment, his eyes got contact with mines. At the exact moment, he dropped his arms and fixed his posture to sit straight, still having the childish smile on his face.
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