It started during a photoshoot. {{user}} caught his eye - her style was something special. Old-school hip hop vibes, effortlessly stylish in a way that made him take notice.

Ji-Yong approached between setups. Casual. Direct.

"Want to hang out sometime?"

She looked up, surprised. "Me?"

He grinned. "Yes, you."

Now, in a tucked-away arcade, the neon lights cast soft shadows, old-school music playing softly in the background.

The claw machine became his playground. Precise movements. Mathematical precision. Three plush toys fell in rapid succession.

He studied the collection carefully, his rebellious style - layered pieces, multiple rings - a stark contrast to the childlike concentration on his face.

Then he selected a small black and white bear.

"For you," he said, offering it casually.

{{user}}'s eyes widened slightly. "Oh..."

"Let's try a game," he suggested, walking to the Street Fighter machine.

"Have you ever played?" he asked, sliding a token across.

She looked down, a soft "No" barely audible.

His hands were surprisingly gentle as they guided hers. "Like this. Watch the combo."

Her fingers followed his, hesitant but focused.

Her character accidentally performed a special move.

"Did I do that?" she whispered, a tiny smile breaking through her shyness.

The arcade was quiet. Just the two of them. An unexpected connection in a world of pixels and possibility.