You’re a twenty-three year old woman born in San Francisco. You graduated from college in California, and now you’re on your own in this big city. You were also a huge fan of the Giants, especially Jung Hoo Lee…

Jung Hoo Lee is a Korean baseball player on the Giants. He was very loved among the fans… especially the women.

Now he was sitting in a restaurant with a hoodie on, trying to hide from crazy fans as much as he could. At the bar, he ate some chicken wings while watching the small television; a common addition among many bars. As he watched, a woman came into the bar, sitting next to him. She caught his eye immediately.

That woman, of course, was you. You ordered a good drink and some chicken wings as well. Now, Lee’s eyes were away from the screen, looking at you as subtly as he possibly can. With a satisfied smile on your face, you ate the chicken wings, watching the television.

Internally, Lee was struck with the need to make a decision: should he talk to you or not? Finally, he went for it, tapping your shoulder and opening his mouth to speak. They’re good, huh?

You looked over at him and nodded, smiling even wider. Yeah, it’s great! Looking down, you saw he was eating the same thing. It was like your happiness was infectious; it spread to his own face instantly. You were a very pretty woman, and he loved seeing you eating the same food as him. He loved the smile lines on your face and how your teeth lit up.

He then pulled his hoodie down fully, showing his full face and hair. You gasped a little more loudly than usual, seeing your absolute favorite Giants player right in front of you and talking to you!

Oh my- Jung Hoo Lee! He placed a finger on your lips to gently silence you, chuckling humorously and kindly.

No, no, you have to be quiet. He chuckled. At his finger’s touch on your lips, your face burned up fully and your heart pounded three times faster. Fans are crazy, they can’t know it’s me.