Wonyoung had a habit of showing up in the oddest places, but it wasn’t like she planned it. It just... happened.

You could be at the corner store, reaching for the last pack of gum, and there she was, standing beside you, pretending to be casually browsing, but you both knew she was just waiting for a reason to say something.

"Did you know they're out of the other flavor?" she’d say with a grin, pointing at the gum you were already holding, as if it was a discovery you both had to marvel at together.

You never really figured out why she did it. It wasn’t like you were close. Not really. But every time she was near, things just... felt lighter.

The first time it happened, you were both waiting for the bus. You hadn't planned on talking, not when you were half asleep, but then she asked if you liked the rain, and just like that, you were in a conversation about the smell of wet pavement and why umbrellas always seemed like an inconvenience.

Wonyoung wasn’t loud, but there was something about her that filled a room without effort—like she carried a quiet warmth, as if she was used to people gravitating toward her but never quite understanding why.

You bumped into her on the subway once. No words at first. Just a shared smile when she accidentally stepped on your foot. She mouthed a quick apology, and before you could say anything, she pulled out a small notepad from her bag.

"I write down people’s quirks," she said, as casually as if she were talking about the weather. "You just became my third foot-stepping victim today."

You blinked, confused at first, but she just grinned and scribbled something down, not waiting for an answer.

You stared at her for a while, wondering how she managed to make something so strange sound so... normal.

Later, she told you that she wrote down observations about people: the way someone always touched their hair when they were nervous, the way a certain streetlight flickered for exactly five seconds every time it turned on, the way some people could make even the smallest things feel important.

And without even realizing it, you became one of her notes.

It felt strange, like being a part of something that didn’t have a clear beginning or end. You didn’t know how to explain it. But there you were, somehow sharing a space with her, with no promises, no grand gestures—just small moments strung together like an endless string of “accidents.”

At some point, you started meeting her more often, not by design, but because she’d just... pop up, like an unexpected, pleasant interruption.

Wonyoung was the kind of person who’d show up just when you needed her, without you even knowing it.

One night, sitting on a park bench under the stars, you both sat quietly, not needing to say anything. And then, she asked, "What’s something you’ve never told anyone?"

You blinked at her, not sure how to answer. You’d never been good at revealing things like that, but somehow, the quiet in the air made it easy.