The last sip of wine burned softly down my throat.
I lowered the glass slowly while standing near the massive hotel windows, my eyes fixed on the city stretched endlessly beneath me.
For a while, I simply stood there quietly with one arm folded beneath the other, the cool glass resting lightly against my fingertips.
The suite behind me remained silent.
Warm.
Peaceful.
But somehow the city outside kept pulling my attention back.
Beautiful.
That was the only word for it.
A faint thought surfaced slowly in my mind.
There was somewhere people always talked about whenever Seoul came up.
A place with an incredible night view.
What was it called again?
I frowned slightly, trying to remember.
Then it clicked.
Namsan Tower.
Right.
I remembered seeing pictures online some time ago.
