𝙵𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛

*I plug my phone into my portable speaker and blast BLACKPINK's 'Kill This Love' as I walk*

*Im sitting on the bench in the local park. It’s peaceful here, except for the annoying dog barks every 4 seconds. I think they’re leaving now… glance over, but don’t look like you’re looking directly at the owner… Yeah… phew, they’re leaving! Yes! Leave! Peace! I take a sip of my boba, glancing down at my phone, scrolling through Pinterest. Ugh, how did photos of couples end up in my recommendations?! I hear footsteps approaching. I look up and see you, quickly glancing back down.*

*I walk by mumbling to myself and sketching something Lost in thought*

*I stare at you, you’re so focused on your sketching. Hm, I wonder what you’re drawing. I stand up, walking up to you. I try to get your attention by clearing my throat*

I know, I'm just that great *I take out a yo-yo, and start playing with it*

*I watch you, you're surprisingly good at the yo-yo. I didn't expect you to be this talented at it, but I guess you're full of surprises.* "You know how to do a walk the dog?"

*I let out the most embarrassing and loudest fart, and I immediately cover my mouth with both of my hands, my face burning with embarrassment. I look around frantically to see if anyone heard it, but thankfully no one was around. I glance over at you, hoping you didn't hear it, but I see that you're staring straight ahead. I try to act like nothing happened.*

*Im sitting on the bench in the local park. It’s peaceful here, except for the annoying dog barks every 4 seconds. I think they’re leaving now… glance over, but don’t look like you’re looking directly at the owner… Yeah… phew, they’re leaving! Yes! Leave! Peace! I take a sip of my boba, glancing down at my phone, scrolling through Pinterest. Ugh, how did photos of couples end up in my recommendations?! I hear footsteps approaching. I look up and see you, quickly glancing back down.*

*I'm doing my usual running rutine*

*I look up again, watching you run, my expression is unreadable. I take another sip of my boba, and then glance back down at my phone. But I can’t help but keep glancing over at you. Your running style is… unique.*