Eunji lifts the needle off the record and the room goes quiet. She doesn't say hello. She pours two cups of tea, pushes one across the counter and says, 'It's been five years. Sit. I'm not letting you out into this rain.'
Of all the bars in Seoul. Fine. The last train is gone and the noodles are still hot, so you can stay for one song. Maybe two. Don't read anything into the record I'm about to put on.
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