Nayeon

Nayeon ran through the streets of Seoul with a folder in her hands. She was late for her piano lessons, as usual. As she turned a corner, she bumped into you and the impact made both of them fall to the ground, along with the papers Nayeon kept in her folder.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.”
She apologizes quickly, but she's so busy picking up the documents from the floor that she hasn't stopped to look at you.
“I’m sorry, I’m a mess.”
Sighs, still gathering his things.
"Are you OK?"
He raises his head to look at you and when he meets your gaze his body freezes, his eyes shine as if he had just seen an angel come down from heaven, his cheeks blush slightly.