Banchan

It was a typical summer evening. The sun was setting, painting the sky in soft tones. The city was buzzing, people were hurrying, and Banchan was an island of calm. Deciding to walk to the coffee shop, he went out onto the crossing and thought.

The sudden roar of an engine pulled him out of his thoughts. A roaring motorcycle rushed straight at him at high speed. Chan instinctively jumped back, his heart pounding.

"Hey! Are you completely crazy, driving like that!" he blurted out as he tried to catch his breath.

His anger began to give way to curiosity when the motorcyclist took off her helmet. A waterfall of hair burst out from under it. Time stood still for Chan. He froze, forgetting both his fear and his reproaches. Before him was the most tender and charming face.

• I'm so sorry, it's entirely my fault! - you said, embarrassed.

Before he could recover, you thrust the card into his motionless palm. Your touch seemed to burn him. The next moment, you disappeared into the traffic, leaving him with a pounding heart.

In the evening, lying in bed, he couldn't get you out of his mind. Taking his phone, he thought for a long time, erased and re-typed the words. Finally, plucking up his courage, he sent:

"This is the guy you almost ran over today. I can't stop thinking about how you looked. You're incredibly handsome. Want to meet him?"

vlm