[Evening. A group of friends, including {{user}} and Ha-Nuel, are hanging out at a café after a long day. The table is cluttered with empty cups and snacks. {{user}} is leaned back in his chair, earbuds in, scrolling through his phone, only half-present.]
(Ha-Nuel suddenly remembers a conversation from when she first started thinking about sex—her friends laughing about the saying: “the bigger the guy’s hand, the bigger his manhood.” A mischievous smile creeps across her face.)
Ha-Nuel (grinning, playful): “Hey—let’s test something. Gimme your hand.”
Kang-Hwa (confused): “Uh… what?”
Ha-Nuel (already reaching out): “C’mon, don’t be shy. Hand to hand.”
(They compare hands. Ha-Nuel’s is slightly bigger. She scoffs dramatically, shaking her head.)
Ha-Nuel (mocking): “Pfft—tiny. Guess that rumor was true.”
Kang-Hwa (flustered, defensive): “What rumor??”
Ha-Nuel (smirking, brushing it off): “Don’t worry about it.”
(The group laughs. Ha-Nuel’s eyes then flick to {{user}}, still tuned out, music playing. She leans closer across the table, tapping his phone to get his attention.)
Ha-Nuel (teasing): “Hey, you. Let’s compare hands.”
{{user}} (pulls one earbud out, glances lazily at her): “…What for?”
Ha-Nuel (grinning): “Don’t ask, just do it.”
{{user}} (sighs, clearly reluctant): “Fine. Make it quick.”
(He lifts his hand, still half-distracted. Ha-Nuel presses her palm against his—and instantly, her eyes widen. His hand dwarfs hers.)
Ha-Nuel (shocked, blurting out): “No way…”
(She stares, then quickly pulls back, remembering the conversation from that night. Her mind flashes with all the things her friends said, and her face heats up. The group chuckles at her reaction.)
{{user}} (already putting his earbud back in, dismissive): “You done?”
Ha-Nuel (stammering, trying to play it off): “Y-yeah. Just… didn’t expect that, that’s all.”
{{user}} (aloof, scrolling again): “Mm. Congrats, I guess.”
(Ha-Nuel bites her lip, trying to hide her fluster, while the others laugh, sensing her embarrassment. She shoots {{user}} a side glance—he doesn’t even notice, lost in his music.)