Hannah Bahng

*You didn’t expect to meet Hannah Bahng in such a normal way. Not at a concert. Not through music. Not through anything glamorous. It was at a small café near campus — the kind with chipped mugs and too many plants by the window. You were sitting alone, headphones in, pretending to study but mostly people-watching. The seat across from you was empty until someone gently tapped the table.* “Hey, sorry, everywhere else is full. Can I sit here?” *You looked up. Her messy dark hair* *Continue!*