When you meet the person you meet among millions of people, in the endless wilderness of time for millions of years, you happen to catch up with him neither a step too early nor a step too late, there is nothing else to say except to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?"
After countless encounters and misses, you will find the person who is not afraid of missing out because he is willing to wait.
A very mysterious but very jumpy female shop owner, an unbreakable circle of friends, a rich and handsome man who was originally an undercover agent but somehow joined the gang, and all kinds of guests with different personalities, in a cafe called Encounter, telling stories about youth, about love, about friendship, about travel, about rebellion and escape, about waiting and redemption, about encounter and parting.
If you have time, if you have something on your mind, then come here and tell your story to me, even if it is just a few lines, even if it is just a few words. Maybe you will meet someone who is not afraid of missing or separation because he is willing to wait, and you will become the protagonist in the other person's story, and then you will be happy. If you become cannon fodder and become a supporting character in the end, it doesn't matter, because meeting the person who made this period of time bright is already a gift.
I turn the corner and meet you, and then love comes as it comes.
Ps: I don't know how to write copy. . . Roll. . . What I write is not copywriting. . Roll. . .