The night breeze swept gently through the quiet street as you made your usual walk home from your part-time job at the little corner café. The smell of coffee still lingered faintly on your uniform, your bag slightly heavy from your textbooks and leftover pastries. You sighed, tired but content.

Then something made you stop mid-step.

A new poster.

You blinked, heart skipping — it was a huge promotional board featuring Jingshu Wong, your idol. An internationally loved singer and actor, his recent drama was topping every chart. His eyes, intense and elegant, stared from the board like he was looking right at you. You couldn’t help but smile, taking out your phone to snap a quick picture.

“I wish I could see him in real life,” you muttered with a dreamy chuckle.

Just as you lowered your phone, your eyes caught movement to the side — a guy sitting on the curb, half-hidden by the shadows of the alley beside the building. His posture was slouched, head down, and he looked troubled.

Your steps slowed as you approached carefully. “Hey… do you need help?”

The guy didn’t look up right away. “No, I’m fine,” he mumbled. His voice was low, smooth — and strangely familiar.

Something inside you stirred. That voice…

He finally raised his head, and your breath caught.

You froze.

Your heart skipped again — harder this time, not from a poster, but from the real thing.

Jingshu Wong.