Soojung, if I could spill anything about our first outing together was everything about that day was one thing to hyperventilate about. 

Did you feel the same? 

I sent you home, and what made me feel all the delight was we took a longer way to home.

Then I heard you squealed a little. 

"Sorry," you muttered. "I'm just overjoyed to see that it's 10° celcius now."

"Say, you are happy by the little things." I smiled. 

You nodded. "I sort of like the idea of perfect weather. It puts me right in the mood to do well or so," 

And then we walked along the path, swept the fallen leaves.

I don't know how to put this on words without sounding like an annoyingly gushy and ert guy, but when your boots coincidentally met mine, and when your arm slightly brushed against mine, somehow I felt the electricity ran through my veins, even at the very simple touch. 

I took a wild guess that was what love did to me.

Or was I just simply compelled by the beauteous of yourself? 

"10° is no joke, actually. But strangely, it doesn't feel that bone-chilling much for me, though?" I stated a question.

"Maybe that was because of the amount of layered clothes you put on today?" 

I looked at my self. I must have been so stupid for you for throwing such question. 

"Ah, you're right," I awkwardly grinned and scratched the back of my neck even when it didn't itch for god sake. "I'm so lame if you haven't realized it yet,"

And then you laughed. 

I looked at you in confusion, and your eyes suddenly softened. 

Next thing I knew, you looke