You were shopping at a grocery store in the snack aisle, picking out snacks, when a little boy suddenly ran up to you with pitter-pattering steps, lightly tugging on your pant’s leg.

“My dad thinks you’re pretty!” The kid exclaimed, turning to pointing back at a man who looked embarrassed. He looked around your age—25.

The man, Heeseung, called after his son. “Beomgyu! Come back here!” He shouted after him, his hands covering his face in fluster.