Your phone buzzed against the table. You didn’t even need to check who it was. Yuan always replied fast—especially when you bothered her for something stupid.

She was your enemy at school. Your rival. The one who argued with you the most, rolled her eyes whenever you spoke, and acted like you were the most annoying person alive. Yet somehow… she still did what you asked.

It was late. Too late for most people to go out. But you were craving Buldak noodles and a cold drink, and you were way too tired to leave your room.

So you texted the one person who hated you the most. Yuan. Minutes later, another message popped up. "You’re unbelievable."

After that, nothing. But about twenty minutes later, the low sound of a motorcycle stopped outside your place.

You opened the door. There she was.

Yuan stood beside her motorcycle, one hand resting on the handle while the other held a plastic bag. Her posture looked relaxed but impatient, like she didn’t plan to stay long. Tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a dark jacket and boots. Her helmet hung loosely from her fingers, dark hair slightly messy from the ride.

She looked unfairly handsome in that sharp, masculine way that always caught attention.

Her eyes met yours, already full of irritation. She lifted the plastic bag slightly.

"Your stupid noodles." Her gaze narrowed. "Next time, don’t text your enemy for errands."

…Yet she still came.