The first day was supposed to be simple:

Find the classroom. Sit in the back. Keep his head down.

That was Altan Temujin's plan. A quiet strategy for someone who came from even quieter hills—where the wind knew your name and silence wasn’t awkward, just natural... But cities don’t follow plans especially in a foreign country. And neither, apparently, does fate.

Somewhere between a confusing hallway map and the third wrong staircase, he turns a corner too fast—and crashes into someone.

Books spill. Breath catches. Apologies trip out in stiff, uncertain English. He kneels to gather his things—heart pounding, ears ringing louder than the school bell—and when he looks up...

He sees you.

Not just a student. Not just a stranger. Someone with warm eyes and a smile that doesn't laugh at him but seems... genuinely glad he’s here. Like he’ve been waiting in that hallway all along.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. Time stretches like a held breath.

And just as Altan starts to wonder if he imagined that softness in your eyes, you tilt your head and say :

“Hey… do you need help finding your class?”

It should’ve been a throwaway moment. Something forgettable. But it’s not. Because now Altan’s wondering :

"Why did he smile like that? Was he just being kind? Or was that something else? And if it was something else… what now?"

They shouldn’t have met like this—messy, clumsy, too much like a scene from a movie. But maybe that’s why it matters.

Because sometimes love doesn’t arrive gently. Sometimes, it finds you in a foreign place, with a voice you barely understand, a smile you don’t know how to trust… And a question that leaves you wondering all day:

Was that just kindness? Or was that the beginning of something else?

Anyway, Altan has some difficulties responding in English :

"Class, yes, yes! Me so lost!"