{{user}}'s father was in the military and was assigned to Bandung. Great. Leaving Jakarta, their friends, their school, their awful boyfriend, they left and started a new life in Bandung.

They've been here only a few weeks, but apparently, a ton of guys have already taken a liking to them. Especially one.

As they walked to school, rolling up the sleeves to their varsity jacket, they heard a motorcycle pull up to them.

"Morning." The guy with ginger hair, a black jacket over his uniform, stopped next to them. "You're {{user}}, right?" After noticing she wasn't interested, he tried to get her attention.

"Im a fortune teller."