"Pretty girl, you're like peaches," A voice sang out, and I could feel tingles go through my spine, and I was confused. What is this?

"A soft embrace, no. It's like a soft embrace."

Someone was singing, was it him? I listened closely, thinking of his voice and trying to compare it to every word I was hearing.

"Feels good to be the bad guy," I could hear writing at that point. Is this him? I listened more but could only hear humming at that point. I heard what sounded like paper ripping and balling it up.

"No, no, she won't like that." His voice carried, and I could hear him get up and walk away from the desk. I heard pacing back and forth, waiting patiently. The humming started again, and I listened. The tone and beat had completely changed, maybe something different.

"Because I'm too wicked, I want to take your heart. Don't you worry?" The words came out, and I could hear the humming continue. His feet made their way back over to the desk. I heard his pencil moving, and the humming kept going. I wondered what he was writing, and before I knew it, I heard.

"Just stop trying. She won't like it." I heard his voice sound defeated. I waited, eager to hear anything more, but the next sound was not what I expected. "What is this?" I heard a shift in the entire audio before it completely cut off.

Did he see that it was recording? What happened? I touched the screen, checking the audio, and it was cut off. He ended the clip. I thought back to when I entered the classroom, my head going through the entire scene. Was I the 'she' he was referring to? I thought for a second, my face getting hot when I thought about the moment he grabbed my hand. The way his hand brushed over my skin. I touched my face, my cold hands cooling it down. His words were all repeating in my mind.

He had not even spoken to me that much. I thought back to our conversations. They had not been that long. I think we'd spoken no more than 20 words with each other. His words, though, were stuck in my brain, and I liked them. The first words he spoke popped into my brain, the way he 'Is this seat available?' Thinking back to when I looked up at him and how he looked. For a moment, I could not help but think about him for a second. I caught myself thinking a little too hard about him, breaking out of my trance and sitting up straight. I took a deep breath, thinking about the note that was burning a hole in my bag.

I reached inside of my bag, pulling out the note, and I knew he wanted me to read it, but I was scared. In my mind, this was nothing like something I would have normally done, and I wondered what was so good about him that I couldn't act normal. I looked up. Maybe I should just throw it away, but the thought made my grip tighten on the note. I took a deep breath, pulling the note closer into my body. It's not that big of a deal. I can read a note. The thought of reading it made his voice play in my head. I couldn't hold back a small smile at the thought of what he might have looked like singing in the room. I opened the note, looking up briefly to check my surroundings. I guess everyone who needed to be in class was there. I looked down, and the soft, sweet boom of his voice sang out loud as my eyes scanned the note.

'Tell me something about yourself. What kind of sweets do you like? What about animals?

P.S. Write back and pass it to me in class.'

Write him back. WRITE HIM BACK. Tell him something about me. What does that mean? Sweets? Animals? Why does he want to know this? I sighed. I don't know what I expected, but I thought my heart would be more excited. I mean, my brain is definitely more excited. I looked at the note, and I could hear his voice playing again. I listened to every word, and I just liked the way they sounded coming from his mouth.

I looked down at my bag sitting next to me, placing the note inside before pulling my phone close to me. I looked at the recording file, pulling the knob back a bit. I couldn't help but listen; why was it stuck in my brain? Before I knew it, one of my earphones was pulled out. I looked quickly, seeing Minji putting it in her ear.

"What are you listening to?" She asked, placing it in her ear. I rushed to try to stop the file, but there was no use. "What artist is this? I like it?" I stopped the recording, reaching for my earphones from her.

"No one, it was nothing." She placed it in my hand, and I took the other out. "Hey, uh, why are you here?" I placed both in the case, putting them in my bag.

"I have a class just up the hall. What about you?" I flipped my phone and looked up to see her smiling.

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"Oh, my lectures were canceled. I just came to start studying." She looked down and noticed it was for our-

"Korean Lit and Language! We can study together. Wanna come over to my house?" She asked, plopping herself next to me and looking at my notes.

"Uh, sure. I'm done for the day. What is your next class?" I asked, and she groaned and threw her body back against the couch.

"Anthropology. I want to skip, but I can't." She sat up and pouted a bit. "Unnie, will you wait for me?" I smiled and could not hold back a laugh. I opened my phone, closed the apps, and handed it to her.

"Here, I'll text you." She took my phone excitedly. I watched her type in her number and added her name before quickly posing for a picture.

"Come here!" She pulled me close, and I looked up towards the camera.

She was using a cute little filter, and I posed with a small heart on my fingers. She took the picture, and I thought it was a nice picture. She finished and handed it to me.

"Here." She placed it in my hand and stood back up. "Okay, I'll get going, and I will see you later." She waved before leaving and walking off down the hall. It looked like she was almost racing. I couldn't help but see that she was almost racing with someone else who was walking into the room. I thought about how crazily similar she was to me. Weird.

I looked down at my phone, clicked the message icon near her name, and started to text her.

'Hey, I think I might go to the cafe. I'll meet you there?'

I backed up from my messages, looking at my texts and seeing a new message. I looked at the message. Who was this?

'What's your name?'

Who was this? I looked at the number, trying to run the possibilities through my mind. I did not want to read it. I didn't need them to know that I read it. I quickly closed my phone. It was not important. I started picking up my notebooks, placing them in my bag, and grabbing my pens before leaving the booth. I began my trek towards the cafe, thinking about the way path she took. It was nice walking on this side of campus; it was refreshing. I stretched my arms out a bit before looking around the campus. I was actually going to be leaving here soon, and it came quicker than I thought it would.

I thought about when I first came to campus; I was so excited since I was able to attend. Remembering my aunt dropping me off on campus, she could not stop crying. She knew I would go to a university, but she was very proud I chose one that my father attended. When I first got to Seoul National University, I was just ready to learn and figure out what I wanted to do. I looked around the campus, turning around to look behind me, and it definitely looked different. I scanned the campus a little more. The cafe. I took a final glance before turning to try to figure out whether I went straight or to the right.

I turned to the right, walking and trying to reflect on my day. Particularly trying to remember when we walked there earlier in the afternoon. I saw the university bulletin board. Yes, this is the right way. I continued now, pulling my bag up on my shoulder. As I passed by the brick accent wall of the cafe, it was empty. This could not have been a better time; I smiled to myself, thinking about how peaceful it might be. I walked in, smelling all of the coffee aroma and seeing the barista walk forward to me.

"What can I get started for you?" She smiled and stood patiently at the cash register.

"Uh, can I have a regular coffee latte and-" I thought about what sounded good for me to eat, but just landed on a simple salad. "-a salad." I opened my bag, pulled out my wallet, and took out the card on top.

I patiently handed over my card before she placed it back in my hand. I put it back in my wallet and walked over to the side of the counter, waiting a bit. She handed over my salad before my coffee was placed down next to it. I grabbed my bag, fixing it on my shoulder before picking it up. I walked over to the dining area, looking at the empty window seat she and I were sitting in earlier. I placed my things down, my bag going in the seat next to me before I sat down.

How much longer will I need to wait? I looked at my phone; she probably still had an hour. I sighed, seeing her text pop up the moment I opened my phone.

'I'll be there at 3:00.'

I placed the phone down, taking a drink of my coffee before I took out my notebook. I needed to start planning out my research proposal. I dug down for my pen, pulling out the purple flair before writing down my topic. My topic was using the hierarchy of needs in building a civilization. I looked at my paper, and this might take a bit. I looked at the time, 53 minutes remaining. I can do a bit.

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27 minutes remaining. I looked at what I was able to complete in my notebook.

I only wrote one sentence. Are you kidding me? I looked around the table and tried to think of where the time had gone. I just started, but there wasn't much time left. I looked at my empty salad bowl, lifting my empty coffee cup. Now, it's time to give up. I sighed, tearing out the notebook page and shoving everything back into my backpack. What was going on with me today? I was having this weird tug of war in luck, and now this was the bad luck. When would the good luck come again? I let another sigh escape my lips before looking for my headphones in my bag.

I might as well read my book while I wait. That was the least that I could do for myself. I reached into my bag, hearing the door open to the cafe. I looked up. Maybe Minji had gotten out early, and she came as quickly as she could. I looked at the door, locking eyes with the stranger who stared back at me before smirking a little. His face dropped, and he walked over and sat in the chair across from me.

"Kai." His hand stuck out to me, and he waited for me to shake it. I hesitated at first, sticking my hand out to meet his.

"Jennie," I said, and it made him smile.