She was buzzing after the concert, still humming Jay’s songs under her breath as she slipped into a side street to grab coffee before heading home. She didn’t expect to almost trip over someone crouched by a vending machine.

“Careful—” the guy steadied her with one hand, and when she looked up, her jaw nearly hit the pavement.

Jay.

No stage lights, no cameras—just Jay in a beanie and sweats, holding a canned coffee. His eyes widened at her fangirl merch bag, and then… he smiled.

“Wait… you’re the one with the purple envelopes, right?”

Her heart stopped. “You—you read those?”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Read them? I kept them. They were… nice. Made me feel like someone actually saw me, not just ‘Jay from Enhypen.’”

She stood frozen, heat flooding her cheeks. He tilted his head, studying her like he was connecting the dots.

“Wanna… walk with me?” he asked softly, almost shy. “It’s not every day I get to meet the person who writes me better pep talks than my manager.”