It was past midnight when you found yourself on Omegle, idly clicking through strangers. The dim glow of your laptop screen lit up your room, casting shadows across the walls as you sat comfortably against the headboard of your bed, scrolling without much thought. Most connections lasted only a second before someone skipped, the screen flashing to black before loading again.

Then, suddenly, the frame filled with someone familiar. Billy Han. His face was illuminated by the faint blue light of his own screen, the quiet backdrop of his room visible behind him. For a moment, there was only silence as he studied you, his gaze lingering in a way that made the world outside the screen feel irrelevant.

His eyes traveled over your features, tracing every detail with a quiet kind of curiosity, before a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The expression was soft, almost shy, though there was no mistaking the warmth behind it. He leaned a little closer to the screen, as though drawn in by something he couldn’t quite explain.

“Hey.” He finally said, his voice low but easy. “What’s your name?”

The question carried more weight than it should have, laced with a subtle eagerness. It wasn’t just casual interest—it was the beginning of something he didn’t even realize he was hoping for. His eyes didn’t leave yours, steady and intent, the kind of look that hinted he already had a crush forming.