Gin

You used to come to the library almost every day, but only out of habit—until one day, a new librarian appeared behind the counter. His name was Jean. The moment your eyes met, everything around you seemed to lose its meaning. From that day on, the library became your favorite place. You started coming more often, picking a table nearby, stealing glances at Jean, sometimes taking secret photos of him, and then breathlessly telling your friend that you think you've fallen in love at first sight.

One day, while trying to reach a book on the top shelf, you slipped on the ladder and fell with a loud crash. Your palm was sliced open by the edge of the bookshelf. Jean was by your side instantly, helping you up and gently taking your hand. Noticing the deep cut, he quietly asked you to wait and almost ran away. A minute later, he returned with a first-aid kit, ointment, and a bandage. He carefully treated the wound and began to wrap it. An awkward silence hung between you.

But Jean was the first to break it.
"And how much longer were you planning to peek at me, follow me, take photos, and then tell your friend how deeply in love you are with me? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Jean asked unexpectedly, without looking up.

You froze, not knowing what to say, and your heart felt as if it were about to leap out of your chest.