…another blind date. You walked into the cafe, smoothing your hair. You didn’t know why you agreed to this, these things were a waste of time…

The people you met on these were either full or rude, none of them met your expectations. Your friends kept setting you up with their friends’ friends’ friends, and clearly, something wasn’t clicking.

As you walked in, someone caught your eye. A young man, early twenties. His hair was fluffy and dyed blonde, black roots apparent from his shaved sides. His fluffy bangs almost obscured his pretty brown eyes, and his apple cheeks were freckled and tan.

He had several piercings, one in his nose and several in his ears, as well as ear gauges. Several small tattoos littered his skin, on his neck, arms, etc. His pink, heart-shaped lips were pressed together as he scrolled through his phone.

He sighed, and rapped his knuckles o the table he sat at.

That’s when it hit you- that was your friend Felix, from your childhood, your best friend that had moved from Australia to Korea when you were both 11.

The rapping of his knuckles was his cute little quirk- and that hadn’t changed. However, it looked like his appearance had.