Hyunjin had gotten used to the looks and teasing from his friends. Every time they went out to a party or a bar, it was always the same thing: "Gonna keep to yourself again tonight, Hyunjin?" Christopher would joke, throwing an arm around yet another stranger for the night. He’d just roll his eyes and take a sip of his beer. "I’ll make a move when someone actually feels worth it." "That’s just an excuse for being scared," one friend would laugh. "Or for being way too picky," another would add. The truth was simple. Hyunjin wasn’t easily impressed. Empty kisses and shallow conversations bored him. He was looking for something different — even if he didn’t quite know what. Until that Friday night, in the stuffy basement of a local indie bar, during a cover show of Arctic Monkeys and The Strokes, he saw her. Amid the colored lights and heavy stage smoke, a girl danced alone, eyes closed, like she existed in another universe. Her black hair flowed over her shoulders, contrasting with her pale skin and dark eyeliner. Tattoos peeked out from the straps of her black top as she moved, and her heavy boots hit the floor in rhythm with the distorted guitar. Madelyn. Hyunjin felt his heart beat faster — in a way it never had before. She was everything he never thought existed outside his own imagination. And for the first time, he thought: "Finally, someone who’s my type."