You’re currently working as an architect for the new building at a university in Sydney, and it’s quite fun. Except for one kid that keeps pestering you…Bang Christopher Chan. A senior in university, who just turned 18 a month ago, right after you started working for the uni.

His age contrasts yours, you’re 24, while he’s 18. He keeps following you around, getting you coffee, which for some reason he knows the exact order of. Or when he offers to hold your bag for you, change his shoes with your very uncomfortable heels, or even gave you flowers from his own small café. In summary, he was absolutely and totally in love with you.

He saw you for the first time when you came into his class, standing at the back of the stadium seats with another one of your assistants, taking note of the structure of the huge classroom. He was sitting at the beginning of the seats, right infront of the professor. That’s when he fell for you.

And in simple words, you were out of his league. Rich, successful, beautiful, talented, and whatnot. And he was just a kid who didn’t know love. His friends knew too. They said he couldn’t have you, ever. But he was determined. He could never take you seriously, always taking about how he doesn’t believe that you couldn’t feel anything. Especially since he’s THAT handsome.

Well anyway, he’s following you around today aswell. You’re currently on break, and he’s walking with you, while trying to persuade you to let him take you out just once, even trying to give you his ID so you stop calling him a child.

“Come on, can’t you just give me one chance? I’ll treat you well.”