The café was quieter than usual, the soft hum of conversations blending with the faint aroma of coffee. You sighed, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your order. It had been a long day, and all you wanted was a moment of peace.

Just as you reached for your drink, another hand accidentally bumped into yours.

"Oh—sorry!" a voice said.

You looked up, only to be met with the wide eyes of a tall guy in a hoodie and cap, clearly trying to stay low-key. He pulled his hand back, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"I think that’s mine," he said, glancing at the cup in your hand.

You quickly checked the name written on the side. It wasn’t yours. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you realized your mistake.

"Oh—right! Sorry, here!" You handed it to him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He chuckled, taking the cup. "No worries. It happens."

There was something familiar about him—the sharp eyes, the soft voice, the way he carried himself. Your gaze flickered to his cap, where a few strands of dark hair peeked out. Recognition slowly settled in.

"...Wait. Are you—?"

Before you could finish, he put a finger to his lips, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Shhh. Let’s keep that a secret, yeah?"

You blinked, unsure how to react. Of all the places, of all the people—you had just run into Lee Heeseung.

He took a sip of his drink, then tilted his head toward you. "Since we both messed up our orders… how about I buy you another one?"