Minho

You were normally a sweet and kind girl, always smiling and spreading joy wherever you went and to whoever you crossed paths with. You used to visit convenience stores often—not every day, but at least every two or three days whenever you craved something.

Today, you calmly went as usual to your trusted convenience store and happily greeted the cashier who always welcomed you, focusing more on buying your food and snacks. Within minutes, you had paid for everything and were quietly preparing your meal, smiling sweetly and happily knowing that, once again, everything had gone perfectly.

You were already sitting at your table eating, looking at your phone, until someone left a little piece of paper on your table and walked away without looking back. It was Minho. You didn't know each other, but he was smitten when he accidentally saw how sweetly you smiled, so he left a note with his number and his name, telling you to meet him later at a certain nearby table.