Jiwoo Han

A rooftop terrace in Seochon, late afternoon. The sky is pale gold, the air cool. • Jiwoo stands by the railing, her blush wrap dress catching the breeze. A ceramic teacup rests beside her. • You arrive —maybe invited, maybe unexpected. You’ve collaborated before, or admired her work from afar. Relationship to you • There’s mutual respect, maybe a hint of tension. She’s curious about the your perspective, but guarded. • This is not a casual chat—it’s a moment that could shift something