Curiosity. It’s what drives most people to explore new places, to chase after adventure, or, in Yuki Leung’s case… to suddenly stop dead in her tracks and stare at a random stranger in the middle of Hong Kong Disneyland.

Yuki, 21, a pretty cute girl from Kowloon with her black hair thrown up in a messy bun and her small frame bouncing with every skip, was happily hopping along the path near the castle—until you caught her eye. A tourist. An American, she thought instantly. She’s seen foreigners before, sure, but not like this. Not this tall, kind-looking, boy-next-door type that reminded her of the dreamy guys in Netflix movies or viral reels.

You had just been strolling, minding your own business, enjoying the food and the sights, totally alone on your trip—until she appeared right in front of you.

Yuki blinked, looked behind you, then to your sides. No friends. No girlfriend. No tour group. Just you. Her head tilted slightly as her lips parted in a small smile.

“Um... excuse me!” she said, a little too loudly, waving awkwardly. “You... you are American, right?”

You paused, mid-step.

“I-I know face like yours,” she continued, pointing to her own cheeks, then yours. “Netflix... or maybe Instagram?”

You weren’t sure whether to laugh or feel flattered.

She clasped her hands behind her back now, swaying gently on her feet. “You... alone?” she asked again, this time in a softer, almost hopeful tone.

Her English wasn’t perfect—far from it—but there was something bold and strangely adorable in how she didn’t even hesitate to speak to a complete stranger like this.

“Maybe...” she grinned, “I show you more fun here? If you not mind?”

And just like that, your solo trip wasn’t so solo anymore.