Oh please, not again! I knew i'd never do this job well the day that i got this, i mean, c'mon! paper girl? yeah right! the ideal job for a girl like me, who eventually ends up hitting somebody on the head by the end of the day.  But, yes, not my fault, their gates are too tall, and that's as far as i can throw, so yet again, i scored. I've hit somebody on the head. Usually I get the complain from some weird skinny person calling himself the guard, from whom i usually run away, but this time, something was not right. I threw the paper over the gate alright. I surely did hit someone, but why does it take so long? Its usually a fast move on me, that skinny man, whoever it is, has some sort of...dunno, something, that always keep me thinking, 'is he human?' For some luck, there still is no sign of him turning up, but however, I proceed to my usual action, to paddle away. I press my feet against the paddles of the bicycle and push hard.  God knows how long I'd be stuck with this hell of a thing. Even I DO have all those fantasies of riding on luxurious vehicles with some damn rich, totally hot someone-

And the fantasie's gone... I'm stuck! now i'm really stuck! My skirt, it's gotten stuck to the chain!

 Darn! the stupid chain!Darn the bicycle! That skinny man will show up in any minute, and surely this time I have no luck of getting away-

God! This is NOT happening to me! The end of my petty life! Who lives here anyway...? Okay, I must be crazy...

Okay, now calm down...slowly pull it out, it's only just cloth stuck to iron...It's not the end of your life, Really!!

And that's when I hear it, the gate..

Now I guess that it is....

Soon, in a swift movement, I turn my back to whever who's coming, I have no desire to face whoever it is, I'm embarassing myself enough here, and this silly skirt never seems to come off...

I HAVE to resign, yes I WILL resign-

"Anybody here?"

I freeze to the spot.

That is SO not the weird skinny guard...God, this is  not happening to me!

"Hello-uh, excuse me...are you-are you alright...?"

I nod, without making any move. But I can feel him getting nearer...who on earth is he? He sounds smaller, younger, unfammiliar and yet...beautiful....

Okay...now what's up with me?

"Are you....you're the one who distribute the papers?"

I nod again, and gulp as he gets even closer. And he makes a small laugh. "You are? What a job for a girl! That must be why you always throw it at my face!"

Oh no....that can't be true...whoever it is with this beautiful silky voice....I can't have hit HIM! Gosh! this is SO embarassing! And I can't even run away now! God Damn my stupid skirt!

"Anyway...make sure you aime right the next time...off you go..."

I'm reliefed feeling him move away, at least now I can unangle myself-

Without even thinking anymore, I bend down and pull it so harshly-

there comes his voice, again still so close...
"What are you doing?"

what the-

Oh GOD!

"Hey? Did you just rip....anything?"

He heard it? Oh my god! this is the worst day of my life! I'm never gonna come here again, never, or wear skirts, or throw papers, or-

"Are you alright?  Do you need any-"

I fall on my back, directly facing him with half of my skirt ripped off.

But then again, for a moment, I can't remember how or where I am, or not even who I am-

Is this for real?  Or am I in heaven seeing an angel for real? Either way, i can't figure out what's wrong with me, because suddenly, I can't sense anything around me, stunned by the shimmering beauty of an angel....

Like I said, I can't have thrown the paper at him!

Even he's staring at me, stunned by probably what just happened to me, his gorgeous rose lips are parted, his messy brown hair fallen over his eyes, he doesn't move a muscle, he remains the same for a split of a moment,

and turns away.

That's exactly when I come back to reality to realize that half of my skirt is still stuck to chain, only the upper part of it remaining on me, revealing me more than it should.

God! He DID NOT see that! He CANNOT HAVE! Oh GOD!

"Sorry...I-I'd be-" I stammer, trying to get up on my heels. Gosh! How embarassing! Now I'd never see an and of this! the worse nightmare ever!

"No...It's-it's...fine..."

And again, he puts me into this awkward moment where I'm  trying hard to figure out whether this is reality. Or am I hearing right? Oh! Maybe I'm suffering from some kind of a mental hysteria, I mean, guys don't go around telling that kind of stuff to girls with half ripped skirts (Mini skirts, practically) under regular basis-

No, this is not happening to me...

And surely this angel can't be such a ert!

But he doesn't seem to mind. Instead of walking away with  completly red on his face, he bends down and take my hand.

The cold shrill which runs down my spines yet again, keeps me frozen to the very moment of his hand holding onto mine...maybe this is imprinting...it must've been written on my fate-

God! What the hell is wrong with me?!?

He swiftly pulls me up on my feet and lets go of my hand. Yes, I'm SO not going to face him anymore, he surely doesn't want to see me, I know, not again, he's seen enough, I should run away-

"Here...I don't think you can go anywhere...like that..."

His hand reaches out to me with his hoodie, i dare to look up and nearly fall back, electricuted by his smile.

"Go on, take it...you're just too pretty to bear, You don't want anyone dead on the road do you?"

Yes...a erted angel, big time.

I shake my head and take it. then without a word, I pull the skirt-part off the chain, throw it into the basket of the bicycle, get on to it and lay the hooded coat on my lap. I'm just about to ride away, hoping to never  meet  him again, but there seems to be absolutely no chance of it. He lays a hand on my shoulder, making my heart stop. I slowly turn around to see him smiling like a beautiful work of art.

"Sorry that I couldn't inrtoduce myself...I'm oh Won Bin..."