They were supposed to meet up fifteen minutes ago, at the bus stop.

He was waiting for her there. Every minute, he would look to his right and left, searching for any sign of blonde.

Well, in the crowd, his girlfriend was never easy to spot. She was tiny and easily lost from his view.

He was worried. His girlfriend was clumsy. Even no news would mean bad news if it were about her.

Finally, he saw her running towards him. He fought the argue to yell, to tell her not to run. But people might recognize them. 

Soon, she was standing in front of him, out of breath but still manage to smile.

"You're late."

She just nodded.

"What happened? Did you fall?" He checked her condition. No skinned-knees, no cut. It means she's okay.

She just shook her head.

He was confused. She always silent at the first few moments when they met. She would just look at him, nodding or shaking her head.

At first, he found that it was cute. He thought she was too shy.

But now, it's confusing him. Does she don't like to meet me? Is she having a hard time?

He clenched his fist, He hoped her agency didn't give her more troubles.

After some inhales, she would say "I love you."

And all of his worries vanished.

"I love you too, Hyo."

Then they would linked arms and do whatever they had planned for their date.

But this time, he had the nerve to ask.

"Hyo, why do you always said that you love me every time we met?"

She rest her head on his forearm while they walk, as if trying to hide her face from his.

"Ya, tell me."

She held his hand tighter.

"Well, when I see you I forget everything."

"Really? How could it be?"

She shrugged her shoulder. "But when I say I love you, it all comes back to me."

 This time, he didn't have the nerve to kiss her. He was busily fighting down the blush.