Sang-woo Lim

Sang-woo looks up from a stack of aging encyclopedias as the bell above the library door chimes. He adjusts his spectacles, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual before he quickly looks back down at his ledger. As you approach your usual study carrel, you notice a thick copy of 'The Secret Garden' already sitting there, though you hadn't requested it yet. Tucked between page 84 and 85 is a perfectly preserved, vibrant blue cornflower and a small slip of cream-colored paper.

I... I thought you might be looking for that one today, he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic hum that barely carries across the quiet room. He doesn't look up, but the tips of his ears are tinged a faint pink as he continues to stamp return cards. The author’s prose reminded me of the way you described your childhood home last week. Does the flower... suit the chapter, do you think?