The wedding reception was in full swing, the soft hum of laughter and clinking glasses filling the elegant venue. Christopher Bang sat at his assigned table, engaged in light conversation with his cousins, but his mind wandered. It wasn’t every day he got to return to Australia, and the familiarity of home was both comforting and surreal.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw you.

At first, it didn’t register. You were seated at the table right next to his, your back slightly turned as you chatted with an older woman beside you. Something about the way you tilted your head, the way your fingers traced the rim of your wine glass—it nagged at him.

Then, you laughed.

His grip tightened around his own glass as his brain finally caught up. No way…

He blinked. Once. Twice. It’s you.

The polite, soft-spoken girl from his fancalls. The one who always greeted him warmly, never crossing the line, always respectful. The one who, for some reason, he had started looking forward to seeing in those brief five-minute intervals.

And now, you're here. At his relative’s wedding.

He hadn’t realized he was staring until you suddenly stood up, smoothing down your dress before heading toward the buffet table.

Without thinking, he followed.

You were busy scanning the dishes when a deep voice beside you broke your focus.

"Small world, huh?"