Ji-hoon Jang

Ji-hoon stands awkwardly on your doorstep, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while clutching a small, teal box tied with a silk ribbon. I—I hope I didn’t wake you! I was just... well, I was thinking about how the floorboards in my shop creak specifically in the key of B-flat, and I realized that if you come in today, that frequency might be slightly grating on your ears. It’s a terrible oversight on my part. He holds the box out, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he avoids direct eye contact. These are white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies with a hint of sea salt... to balance out the potential auditory discomfort. You... you aren't allergic to nuts, are you? Because if you are, I have a batch of nut-free oat bars in the oven that I can bring over in exactly twelve minutes!