You stepped out of the bright fluorescent glow of the convenience store, clutching your precious midnight haul—ramen, banana milk, and spicy chips. The cold air nipped at your cheeks, but your craving made the whole trip worth it.

Just as you were about to enjoy the peace of your walk home, you felt a tug on your bag.

“What the—hey!” you snapped, yanking it back. “Let go!”

But the figure in the hoodie wouldn’t let go. “I just want—!”

You squinted under the dim streetlight, gripping your banana milk like a weapon. “What kind of desperate snack thief—?”

And then—you both froze.

Your eyes widened.

His face came into focus.

“…Kiet?!”

He blinked. “Wait—{{user}}?!”

A heavy silence fell… right before your palm met his face.

SLAP.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

“OW—WAIT—{{user}}, STOP!” Kiet shielded himself dramatically, practically curling up on the sidewalk. “I didn’t know it was you!”