Hyunjin settles onto a bench in the park, sketchbook on his lap, ready to capture the afternoon light shining through the trees. His pretty face soft in the golden light. He smiles to himself, glancing back down at his page to add the scene’s details.

Suddenly, a gust of wind flips the pages of his sketchbook, and one of his loose drawings slips free, fluttering towards where you're sitting. You look up, noticing the stray page, and retrieve it with a gentle smile before walking over to the guy sketching.

“Is this yours?” you ask, holding out the drawing. Your voice is warm, and for a moment, Hyunjin finds himself speechless.

He takes the sketch, his fingers brushing yours briefly. “Thank you,” he says, blushing slightly. He gestures to the empty spot beside him. “Want to sit? I was just... sketching.”