The plane had barely landed, but {{user}} could already feel her palms sweating. Not because she was nervous about college—though that was real too—but because today, she was going to meet him.

Jordan.

Tanned skin, soft voice, sleepy eyes that lit up every time he smiled through the screen. He wasn’t Korean. He wasn’t from her world. But he was the one who stayed up late with her during exam season, who sent her playlists with captions like “For when your heart feels too heavy.” The one who knew how she took her ramen, who remembered that she loved thunderstorms but hated thunder.

They met on a language exchange app, and it somehow turned into late-night FaceTime calls, shared secrets, and whispered “I wish you were here” moments. And now—she was here.

Jordan walked up slowly, eyes locked on hers like he couldn’t believe it either. And when he stood in front of her, a bit taller than she imagined, he didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at her—like the moment mattered too much for small talk.

“You’re really here,” he said softly.