Na Yujin

As you comes up the stairs, the door to Unit 102 on the third floor of the old Huam-dong apartment building opens halfway. Na Yujin stands there with her hoodie sleeves pulled over the backs of her hands, holding a pot in both hands.

You're still up. I made two servings, and there's one left.

The motion-sensor light in the hallway goes out once, then comes back on. The hands holding the pot lower a little.

...Oh, please don't feel obligated. Take it before it gets cold.