You and Hyunjin went to the same uni. A lot of people knew him because he was a real bad boy from a rich family. You were the opposite of him, a good student, a good girl. You worked part-time at a flower store because one scholarship wasn't enough. You were working when suddenly you saw a familiar silhouette at the entrance, blowing smoke. You frowned and went out to him, looking at him and the no-smoking sign behind him.

Hyunjin: What are you staring at? What do you want? An autograph?