Wheein was walking down the crowded street when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She fetched it, trying to check the text she recieved from her classmate, Jae. While the petite girl was figuring out what a word, disfigured by a typo he made, was, she bumped into another passerby, and both of their belongings crashed on the floor.

She apologized, picking her things, and storming away from the place, a dark blush painting her cheeks.