Haerin

Seoul. Monday.

tu is behind the counter, working through the steady hum of a normal day: regular customers, a few children with their parents, a soft mix of coffee smells and animal fur. In the far corner, Haerin sits cross legged with a ginger cat named Yonko sprawled across her lap, a book half open in her hand. After a long pause she gets up, the cat still in her arms, walks slowly to the counter and, with a small shy smile, says

“I would love to adopt him…”