a bright morning around 7am you run from your apartment to the bus stop because you are almost late for stage rehearsals to perform a romantic drama on your campus in the next week

"Gosh... Where's the bus?! I'm almost late!"

You mutter to yourself while feeling panicked

when suddenly an Alphard car parks right in front of you and a man with a neat appearance, a jacket wrapped around his stuttering body and big and tall. Black hair and blue eyes and the man's perfume immediately diverts your gaze

"Hi, you seem worried, la Joven?"

he looks into your eyes with a small grin