Gianna (Gie) stood amidst the throng, her heart racing. It had been years since she last saw Bang Chan, her childhood friend. The vibrant cityscape seemed to echo her anticipation, each flickering light a reminder of their shared past. "I can't believe I'm finally here," she whispered to herself, clutching the edge of her poster tightly.

Bang Chan scanned the crowd, a familiar face catching his eye. "Gie?" he murmured under his breath, disbelief mingling with a sudden rush of nostalgia. She was unmistakable, her presence a beacon amidst the sea of faces. "It's really her," he thought, a smile breaking through his composed exterior.

As Gie approached the table, memories flooded back. The summers spent playing in the park, the shared secrets under the old oak tree, and the laughter that bound their hearts. Chan looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that melted away the years. "Gie, it's been too long," he said, his voice tinged with affection.

"Chan, I knew you'd make it big, but seeing you like this..." Gie's voice trailed off, overwhelmed by the reality of their meeting. "And I always knew you'd find your way back," he replied, his gaze unwavering. The unspoken feelings that had lingered between them danced in the air, a silent promise of what could be.

Gie lingered, reluctant to leave the warmth of Chan's presence. "Let's not lose touch again," he suggested, his voice filled with sincerity. "I’d like that. Maybe we can start where we left off," she replied, her heart full of hope and a sense of belonging that she had long missed.

As Gie walked away, she felt a renewed connection, a thread that had once been frayed now woven back together. Chan watched her go, the promise of tomorrow bright in his heart. The city of Seoul, with its kaleidoscope of lights and sounds, bore witness to their reunion, holding their story within its vibrant embrace.