The day after the heartbreaking final loss to Tiffany, I was back in school, daydreaming through another painfully boring history lesson. I couldn't stop thinking of the match, of how I could have done better and won the match, of how my parents told me there was no use crying over spilt milk and to train harder, but most of all of her. Tiffany. She was...different. I'd never come across any player who comforted and encouraged their opponent mid-match. Neither had I come across a player who had hugged me after a match, no matter win or loss. Maybe I shouldn't have rejected her offer to practice together. I certainly wouldn't mind spending more time with the gorgeous girl who seemingly also had an amazing personality...

"KIM TAEYEON!!! I'm asking you one last time, why did the Industrial Revolution occur???" My history teacher, Mr Yeom yelled at me, jolting me out of my daydreams and fantasies.

"Tiffany." I blurted out instinctively, before mentally face-palming myself. 

Wow...Kim Taeyeon...really?

My entire class roared with laughter as Mr Park glared at me. I swear, if looks could kill, my time would be well up. I bowed apologetically before hurriedly answering, "Coal was abundant in Britain..."

Being a student counsellor, I was occasionally tasked to help new students from overseas settle in more easily. Today, I, along with a bunch of other student counsellors, were assigned to help some new students who came from the US. With my English hardly proficient, I was rather worried about how I would communicate with my overseas "buddy".

"Here they come!" Mr Ryu, the teacher in charge of the student counsellor board, announced. About 20 foreign students slowly stepped down from the bus they came in and walked towards us. "Ok guys, I am going to announce your respective "buddies" you will be spending a lot of time with in the next month or so." Mr Ryu announced. "Seohyun, your buddy is...Lisa, Sunny, your buddy is...Sophie."

"Taeyeon, your buddy is...Tiffany."

Am I hearing things?

Nah...it can't be...there are so many Tiffanys in this world, there are bound to be others, especially from the US... I tried to convince myself.

However,  I glanced into the group of foreign students and saw a familiar face gaping at me. Brown hair...toned legs...milky white skin...I knew her only too well.

Indeed, it was Tiffany Hwang.