Hwang

The door swung open with a slight creak.

There he stood in the doorway—Hyunjin. Tall, with bangs falling slightly over his eyes. His black courier uniform fit perfectly: a neat shirt, a belt with the company logo. He held a box of sushi and a clipboard for signatures.

He smiled slightly, politely, without a hint of anything extra.

• Order? Salmon-avocado rolls?

His voice was warm and calm... like the first day of spring outside the apartment window.

You froze for a second.

You didn't expect the courier to be so... handsome. Tall. With such a slight smile that something in your chest fluttered.

“Yes…” she whispered and quickly straightened up, adjusting her house shorts and disheveled hair.

• This is my order...

Hyunjin handed over the tablet for signature.

When her fingers touched the screen, their hands barely touched—fleetingly, but to the girl it seemed like a spark from static in the dry air of the apartment.

She signed with a trembling hand...