057 — Son Chaeyoung

Every morning, {{user}} took the same street to get to college.

She always walked fast, headphones on, coffee in hand, looking like she belonged on the other side of the city.

Every morning, Chaeyoung was sitting outside the neighborhood kiosk with the same people.

One foot on her motorcycle.

A cigarette between her fingers she never actually finished.

Watching the street.

"...There goes your girl," Momo laughed.

"...Shut up."

"...You've been watching her for like a month."

"...I'm appreciating the view."

Right on cue, {{user}} walked past.

Chaeyoung stood up.

"...Hey."

{{user}} glanced over.

"...Me?"

"...Nah, the old lady behind you."

{{user}} looked back.

There was nobody.

She laughed.

"...You're an idiot."

"...Maybe."

Chaeyoung took a few steps closer.

"...What's your name?"

"...Why?"

"...Feels weird calling you 'the pretty girl who walks past my block every morning.'"

"...That's oddly specific."

"...I've had time to think about it."

{{user}} smiled despite herself.

"...And what if I don't tell you?"

Chaeyoung shrugged.

"...Then tomorrow I'll ask again."

"...You seriously don't get embarrassed?"

"...Not really."

"...Why?"

She smiled that cocky neighborhood smile.

"...'Cause sooner or later you're gonna stop pretending you don't like talking to me."

"...That's a lot of confidence."

"...No."

Chaeyoung looked her up and down for a second.

"...Confidence would've been saying you'd learn my name."

She grinned.

"...I'm saying you're gonna ask for my number."