It started with a swipe right. Nothing too serious. Just another “oh he cute” moment on a boring Tuesday night. You didn’t expect much—until Joshua messaged:

“YO 👋 I’m the boy next door. Literally. You live in unit 3B right? 👀”

You froze. Stared at the message. Then looked toward your window—

HE WAS WAVING. OUTSIDE.

The next day, he brought over a smoothie with your name written in bubble letters and said, “For my match made in swipelight 💘”

Now here you are… one week later… sitting on the front steps of your apartment building while he shows you his newest playlist titled:

“For When She Finally Realizes I’m Her Boyfriend 💅”

You tease him, “You really fall fast, huh?”

He smirks, bumping your shoulder with his, “Nah, I fall RIGHT. And I fall LOUD. And I fall HARD.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re embarrassing.”

He gasps, fake hurt. “EXCUSE ME MA’AM I AM YOUR PERSONAL HYPE MAN. Don’t make me play the playlist in public.”

Before you can stop him, he opens Spotify and blasts:

🎶 “Just the Two of Us” by Grover Washington Jr. 🎶

People are staring. You’re dying. He’s vibing.

“C’MON BABE WE GOT THIS LOVE STORY UNLOCKED!!”

You throw your hands up. “I hate you.”

“AND I LOVE YOU TOO, FUTURE MRS. PARK.”