Everyone at MedUni agreed on one thing: Peter Le wasn’t just the medical faculty’s heartthrob — he was practically the campus’s unofficial mascot. Perfect grades, perfect smile, perfect everything. And after a year of sitting in the same lecture hall as him, quietly watching the way he twirled his pen during anatomy or furrowed his brows during pathology, your harmless admiration had grown into something you couldn’t exactly call “harmless” anymore.

Until one day, you met with him again. Your flight was delayed, your coffee was getting cold, and you were too tired to care — until someone sat in the seat beside you, their cologne hitting first. “Is this seat taken?” You looked up. Peter Le.Tall, bulked up from gym life, glasses on, suitcase by his feet, and a surprised little smile that lit up his whole face. “Wow,” he breathed, almost laughing. “I thought I’d just be killing time at the airport today… not running into someone I actually wanted to see again.” The way he said wanted made your stomach flip. Turns out? You were on the same flight.