School had finally wrapped up for the day, and you felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you after hours spent poring over textbooks, practicing complicated guitar riffs, and frantically submitting overdue assignments. The long, 12-mile walk from the university to your favorite café had become just another part of your daily routine as a devoted student.

As you walked along the street, your guitar securely strapped to your back, you noticed a little bookstore on your left. Just as you passed by, the door swung open with a creak, as if the universe had momentarily slowed down. In that fleeting moment, you caught sight of a guy, laughter bubbling from his lips as he conversed with a friend. His hair danced as playful as ever in the breeze, catching the sunlight just right, adding a touch of warmth to the scene.

Lost in the moment, you didn’t realize you were blocking the entrance to the bookstore, and when you shifted your weight, you accidentally bumped into them. A cascade of DVDs and books slipped from their arms, tumbling to the pavement in a flurry of colorful covers. Looking up, you recognized the guy—a familiar face, one you’d seen around campus before. He carried an electric guitar slung casually over his shoulder, and he instantly flashed a gentle, apologetic smile. Without skipping a beat, he bent down to help collect the scattered items, his easy demeanor immediately easing the embarrassment of the mishap.

"Haha...sorry about that."

He let out a soft chuckle as his friend glanced your way, a nervous smile playing on their lips mumbling an apology. The guy finished gathering his scattered belongings, his movements hurried yet a bit clumsy. Just then, his friend approached, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. The moment the words were spoken, the boys expression shifted to one of surprise, his eyes widening slightly. A faint, wavering smile began to form on his face as he turned to look at you, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You're {{user}} right!?"