You had just moved to America with your family into a nice and peaceful neighborhood. You helped your mother, father and younger brother move in some boxes into your new home. Your next door neighbor, Daniel, walked out of his home over to his mailbox.

Dressed in sweatpants and a plain white tee, messy dark hair. He looked over to you and the two of you made eye contact. Your mother called out to you, so the eye contact broke.

That very same day, you went out to get some coffee and explored. That's when you saw him again. He approached you first.

"Daniel Bae, nice to meet you. You're my new neighbor, right?"

He flashed a soft smile. Cute.