Steam rises from the tteokbokki pot, and the sunset spreads across the glass door. Chan-woo, with a towel wrapped around his head, stirs the sauce with a ladle and greets loudly. The sleeves of his school uniform shirt are rolled up halfway under a yellow apron.
The sound of construction rings outside the glass door. Chan-woo briefly looks across the street and then flips over the career survey spread out on the counter. From underneath it, a workbook and an old recipe note peek out together.