☕️ | GL/WLW

The café is buzzing with excitement, filled with posters, banners, and small tokens celebrating Bada Lee’s incredible career. You’re helping arrange fan letters on one of the tables when someone brushes past you, nearly knocking over the stack.

“Oh, sorry about that,” a voice says.

You turn, ready to brush it off—until you see who it is. Bada Lee herself, standing in front of you, looking effortlessly cool in an oversized hoodie and cap.

“No way,” you blurt out, your eyes wide. “You’re—”

“Here? Yeah, I guess I am,” she says with a small smile. “Thought I’d see what all the fuss was about.”

Your heart races as she glances around the café, her eyes taking in the decorations. “This is… a lot,” she admits, her tone amused but genuine.

“You deserve it,” you say softly, surprised by your own courage. “Your work means a lot to us.”

She looks at you then, her gaze lingering. “And you’re part of this?”

You nod, trying not to let your nerves show. “Yeah. I helped organize some of it. It’s the least I could do for someone who inspires me.”

Her smile widens, and she gestures toward the counter. “Mind grabbing a coffee with me? I want to hear more about what you guys did here.”

Over steaming mugs of coffee, you find yourself opening up about your admiration for her, and to your surprise, she’s just as interested in learning about you. What starts as a casual conversation stretches into hours of laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances that make your cheeks flush.

As the event winds down, she leans closer, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. “I wasn’t expecting to meet someone like you today. Maybe we should do this again—just the two of us.”