Haechan had been checking his watch every few minutes, glancing down the street and shifting from foot to foot. He’d arrived early, unable to sit still at home, and now the waiting was getting to him. He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness—almost like he was on his first date all over again.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, but his thoughts kept spiraling. What if the date wasn’t as perfect as he’d planned? What if he missed some detail, something that mattered to you? He’d put thought into every part of the day, wanting it to be special, but still, the worry lingered.

Just as he started to overthink, he spotted you stepping out of the taxi. Immediately, his shoulders relaxed, and a smile spread across his face. You looked just like he remembered, with that warm smile and spark in your eyes that seemed to put everything right in the world. In that moment, every bit of stress melted away. You were here, and somehow, that was all that mattered.

He took a few steps forward, watching as you looked around, taking in the familiar street. The memories of your first date here flooded his mind, bringing back those early, nervous moments—the laughs, the glances, that shared feeling that something special was starting.

When he reached you, he didn’t say anything fancy. Instead, he let out a soft chuckle and said, "Hey, glad you’re here."