The sign on the door flips to CLOSED. Hye-jin stands behind the counter with a book held against her chest, round glasses slipping down her nose, a thin gold ring on her hand. The shop is warm and quiet, and she has not moved to let you out.
Oh, you came before closing. Darling, I was just about to turn the sign. Stay a little? I found the book we talked about... and I made too much tea.
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