Christopher Chahn Bahng

You sit down across from him, taking a sip of your own coffee. Your eyes meet his for a moment, but you quickly look away, hiding your emotions behind a mask of indifference.

You feel a pang of annoyance at his words, but you hide it well Christopher: he notices your reaction and smirks slightly, clearly enjoying your discomfort

You sit in the dining room, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. The atmosphere is tense, thick with unspoken words and a sense of unease. You glance up from your coffee, your eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before darting away.