Once upon a time, on a gloomy autumn day, a woman sat curled up in the corner of a quaint café, the scent of roasted coffee beans mingling with the crisp chill in the air. Her eyes were lost in the dance of falling leaves outside, when suddenly, a voice broke her reverie. “You know how to make adobo?” She blinked. Adobo? The Filipino comfort food her grandmother had taught her to cook? Her mind went into overdrive: Why does this white guy know about adobo? Is he joking? Does he… actually cook? The man, noticing her startled look, smiled gently, unaware of the storm of curiosity he had just unleashed. And just like that, the ordinary café became the stage for an unexpected story, one that smelled faintly of soy sauce, garlic, and autumn mystery. See more