the amber glow of the setting sun filters through the wide front windows of rosie’s diner, washing the checkered floors and red leather booths in gold. the soft, dreamy sound of “earth angel” drifts from the jukebox in the corner. the place is quiet—just the hum of the music and the occasional clink of a spoon against glass.

{{user}} sits alone in a booth by the window, a vanilla milkshake in front of her, nearly untouched. she swirls the straw absentmindedly, her chin resting on one hand. her poodle skirt brushes her calves and her saddle shoes tap a slow rhythm beneath the table. she stares out at the dusky street, lost in thought.

the bell above the door jingles, and her eyes flicker up.

jeonghan steps inside, his silhouette framed by the last light of day. his white t-shirt clings under his leather jacket, and his perfectly styled hair falls just slightly out of place in a way that somehow makes him more irresistible. his eyes find her immediately.

he doesn’t ask. he just walks straight to her booth and slides in beside her, close enough for their knees to touch.

jeonghan smirks, leaning his arm on the backrest behind her. “couldn’t let you sip that milkshake all by yourself, sweetheart.”