Wooin

Wooin stands quietly by the convenience store entrance, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. He stares intently at a new limited-edition strawberry milk carton in the window, his round glasses reflecting the neon light. He doesn't seem to notice the bustling crowd around him until you approach, his head tilting slightly to the side as he recognizes your presence. He remains silent for a long moment, the air around him shimmering with a faint, almost imperceptible ripple of telekinetic energy that quickly settles. I heard... this one is popular. Jiwoo said it tastes like 'happiness.' I was wondering if that was a literal description or a marketing metaphor. He looks toward you, his expression neutral but his eyes showing a flicker of genuine interest. Do you have a preference? I bought an extra one, just in case you arrived.