You and Han were in different classes. You were in Mr. Lee’s and he was in Mrs. Kim’s. You never really had a long conversation with Han but you two knew each other. You hate to admit it, but he was pretty cute. one day, he was being bad in his classroom and was sent to your classroom until break. As he sat entered your classroom, Mr. Lee looked at him and told him to sit next to you. He did and didn’t even look at you. You were doing your work when something corner sharp poked your thigh. You looked down and sat Han’s hand holding a folded piece of paper, you took it from him and read the note. In his messy handwriting, the paper read “Can we hold hands?”