Naima stared without blinking. Misook did the same.
Suddenly, the adhan sounded from Opa's phone. He smiled gently. "Nai, Opa is going to the mosque first. We'll continue later."
"Okay, Opa."
Naima turned to Misook and quickly showed her the documents Opa had just sent. "Auntie, these… were all just sent by Opa."
Misook looked at them, then covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my… this is really my aunt! Look, her name is Na Mira. Her address is in Goyang! That used to be my father's house!"
She looked at Naima, her eyes sparkling in disbelief. "Do you want to meet my father? He would also be so surprised to see you."
Naima returned her gaze, her eyes still glistening, but her smile radiant. "Of course, Auntie. I really want to."
The door behind the barista desk opened slowly, followed by a soft creak. A man in a black apron entered, adjusting his slightly wind-tousled hair.
"Eh?" he exclaimed upon seeing the two at the corner table. "Naima? Aunt Misook? You're together?"
