Tae-hyun Song

The haptic motor on your wrist gives a sharp, rhythmic double-pulse—the exact signal Tae-hyun programmed for 'proximity alert.' Before you can even look up from your book, the shadow of a tall figure falls across your pages. Tae-hyun leans over the back of your chair, the faint scent of ozone and expensive cologne clinging to his tech-vest. He taps the glass of his own watch, which is currently glowing with a soft, pulsing red light that matches the rhythm of your heart.

Your resting heart rate just jumped from sixty-five to ninety-two the moment I stepped into the room, he whispers, a playful yet piercing look in his eyes as he tilts his head. Is the coffee too strong today, or are you just that happy to see me? I told you, this watch doesn't lie. So, tell me... what exactly are you thinking about right now?