Part 1
Kim yoon a charming women who believes in love letters, handwritten notes and whispered promises.
Her heart beats for old fasioned romance where love was a slow dance.
She cherised the idea of forever, of one true love.
Everytime she prayes to god she yearns for timeless romance where love letters were art and whispered promises where law.
She has some loyal friends Anya,Somi, Ren and park.
Kim yoon's world was filled with the gentle whispers of old fashioned love. She'd spend hours writing letters to her future love, pouring her heart onto paper.
Her friends anya,somi,ren and park would often tease her about her romantic notions, but they admired her sincerity.
As she walked through the city she saw couples gifting each other expensive gifts, her mind thought all this would fade after some days and here in this generation loyalty is very rare to find.
One day, while exploring the city kim yoon stumbled upon a quantic bookstore filled with vintage novels and cozy nooks with plush arm chairs and soft lightning, ideal for getting lost in a book. Shelves also filled with classic novels and vintage love letters. She felt like she had found a treasure trove. As she browsed through the books a piece of paper slipped out a handwritten notes addressed her name.
As she picked up the notes, her heart skipped a beat. The handwritting was elegant, the words poetic it read 'for the one who believes is timeless romance, where love letters are art and whispered promises are law. Meet me at the cozy cafe in park, sunset tomorrow.
Kim yoon felt a flutter in her chest, could this be the start of something special? she showed the notes to her friends and they were all intriguied mainly anya. Ren told i think u should visit there but be careful it can be a trap, she noddded.
The next day kim yoon arrived at the park, her heart racing. As the sun set a figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall with piercing lips and a gentle smile moreover he rocked on a 19th century style. He handed her a small box filled with love letters and poems.
Who are you? She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I am someone who is been searching for u. He replied, his eyes locked on hers.
As her eyes met his, she felt a spark of connection. The way he spoke, the way he looked at her, it was as if he had stepped out of the pages of one of those vintage novels she loved so much.