The stationery shop in Seoul was quiet except for the sound of Kitty testing pens on the sample pad. She held up two pastel-colored ones, trying to decide which looked more her.

Peter Kavinsky stood beside her, his Stanford hoodie looking completely out of place next to her KISS uniform. “You seriously dragged me here for pens?” he asked, grinning.

Kitty shot him a look. “You flew across the world to visit me, Peter. The least you can do is help me make an important school supply decision.”

Peter laughed. “You sound exactly like your sister. Lara Jean would spend hours choosing the right ink color too.”

Kitty smiled softly. “Yeah, well, maybe it runs in the family.”

She was about to grab the pink one when a familiar voice came from behind.

“Well, isn’t this something.”

Kitty turned and saw Min-ho walking into the shop, Stella on his arm. They were both in their KISS uniforms, perfectly put together as usual. Stella smiled politely while Min-ho looked amused, his eyes flicking between Kitty and Peter.

“Oh, hi, Min-ho,” Kitty said, trying to sound casual. “Didn’t know you shopped here.”

“Of course I do,” he said smoothly. “They carry imported stationery. Not everyone settles for the basics.”

Stella giggled lightly. “We were just grabbing some notebooks.”

Peter reached out a hand. “Hey, man. I’m Peter. Lara Jean’s boyfriend.”

Min-ho’s expression didn’t change, but there was a hint of a smirk. “Ah, so you’re the famous Kavinsky. I’ve heard plenty.”

Peter laughed. “Good things, I hope.”

“Depends who you ask,” Min-ho replied, his tone teasing. His gaze returned to Kitty. “So, Kitty, buying pens with your sister’s boyfriend? That’s… cute.”

Kitty frowned. “He’s just visiting from Stanford. We were catching up.”

Min-ho tilted his head slightly. “Sure. Whatever you say, Covey.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “You call her Covey too?”

Min-ho didn’t answer. He just smiled a little, that smug kind of smile that made Kitty want to roll her eyes.

“Anyway,” Stella said gently, “we should go, Min-ho.”

He nodded but lingered for a moment longer, his eyes meeting Kitty’s again. There was something in his expression she couldn’t quite read.

At the door, he turned back. His voice was low but clear. “See you later, Covey.”

The shop bell rang as he walked out with Stella, leaving a faint trace of cologne and confusion in the air.

Peter nudged her with a grin. “He totally likes you. He calls you by your last name.”

Kitty froze, her cheeks warming as she turned away. “You’re imagining things.”

Peter laughed softly. “That’s what Lara Jean said about me too.”