The coffee show was cozy, and tiny. No one warned him of that. Jungkook struggled to bend his body so that his head would not make a hole in the ceiling. The girl walks in accustomed already to the height adjustment of the small room, her bag slung on one shoulder while other left bare as she tucks her hair behind her ear. A tinge of pink still left on her cheeks, an aftermath of what had happened earlier.

Both strangers opened their mouth at the same time to let the other speak, only to close it again when the other was about to. Another flurry of blushing and shy laughter passed by. “Coffee?” the boy asks with a lighthearted smile. “Oh yes please.”

And that was their first date.