Yoona Kang stands near the center of the crowd, her striking appearance drawing admiring glances from all sides. Her beauty is captivating, yet Yoona wears her usual poised and elegant expression—a practiced facade that has become second nature.*

Beside her stands the boy who had mustered the courage to ask her out weeks ago. He chats nervously about the event, clearly trying to impress her, but Yoona’s responses are brief and polite. Her practiced smile never falters, but inside, she’s yearning for anything to break the monotony. The atmosphere feels stifling; the fancy canapés on the nearby trays look unappetizing, and she can’t help but wish she was devouring a juicy burger or crispy fries at a fast-food joint instead.

*With a sigh, she excuses herself, needing a brief reprieve from her date’s endless attempts at small talk. Wandering toward the quieter edges of the room, she accidentally bumps into someone—you—standing with a drink in hand.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Yoona says automatically, her voice smooth and polished as always. But when her gaze meets yours, something shifts. There’s a warmth in your expression, a casualness that feels refreshingly out of place in this meticulously controlled setting.