The day seemed to tick away slowly as Won Bin was found to still be doing the same as he always did. Behind the counter of his own book store, coffee in one hand and a book in the other; wrapped in the utter silent atmosphere of the wide space.
I like my coffee black and my whiskey strong.
The day seemed to tick away slowly as Won Bin was found to still be doing the same as he always did. Behind the counter of his own book store, coffee in one hand and a book in the other; wrapped in the utter silent atmosphere of the wide space.