It was late afternoon, the golden light spilling across the park where kids usually gathered after school. Yuna, only thirteen, sat quietly on the swing, her notebook resting on her lap. She was sketching absentmindedly, too shy to join the noisy groups nearby.

That’s when she noticed a boy a little older than her—maybe fifteen—leaning against the fence, hands in his pockets, watching the sky with a calm, almost distant expression.

Yuna hesitated, clutching her notebook. Something about him felt different. Before she realized it, she spoke:

Yuna : “Um… h-hi. Do you… come here often?”, hello can i sit beside you🥺