Tonight was a difficult night for me to fall asleep. I could not stoping thinking about him! This was truly out of hand. I was suppose to be asleep two hours ago! His dark eyes lingered in my mental vision. Everytime I close my eyes, it was like a photograph. I saw it very clear, as bright as day. Frustration was building up in me. I don't know how long I can endure it before I openly get angry at myself. I gripped the bed sheets tightly trying to release some tension so I won't punch the wall. 

"Tsk." I clicked my tongue. "Why am I feeling so crazy?" 

I feet very crazy being up all night like this just because of him. To hell with his handsome face. 

What is happening to my mind? 

I know, and I already admitted this to myself, I have a crush on him. 

It made me feel like I was in middle school again. 

Should I fight this image in my mind or should I let it linger? 

Prioritizing my schedule tomorrow, I decided that fighting it is futile. I need sleep for class tomorrow. 

Shifting and turning into a comfortable position, I let his image take over my closed vision. 

It felt just like a few minutes of sleep, the alarm ranged. I jumped slightly from the sound of that dreadful clock. It was 6:30 am. I dismiss the alarm, and stare at the digits: 6:31 am. I wondered, How in the world can 12:00 am at night to 6:30 am in the morning feel like a few minuntes? I roll my eyes. I despised those moments. 

Placing my feet into the slippers, I stood up and head straight to the bathroom. After finishing my business, facial and oral hygiene, I head back into my room to look for clothes in my closet. 

I pull out a blue sheath dress with big but spare geometric designs and slipped it on. Then I also decided that maybe I should a pair of leggings under to protect my legs from the cold. Now, finished, I grab my black Topshop Ant Buckle Boot and slipped them on. 

Before heading out, I grabbed my Bulberry Alexa black leapoard print bag checking to make sure my notebooks are inside for class. As I head out, I grabbed my trenchcoat and wore it over me before stepping out, and locking the door. 

First class today, is history. It was not so bad. Infact, I enjoy history very much. Learning about the past is good. Why? It teaches society to avoid repeating it's mistakes. However, sadly as imperfect human beings, history will always repeat itself. Next class, sociology on Korean society. Topic for today? Kpop. My ultimate favorite. Third class, metaphysics. Sometimes I absolutely love it, sometimes I want to fall asleep because his voice was so monotoned. Last class, art history. I dread this class. 

After a whole day of classes, I skipped lunch like always because I honestly just did not know where I want to go. Most of the time, I would pack my own food, but sometimes I'm just too lazy. However, I now have the who rest of the late afternoon off! I thought about where I should go to eat something. First thing that popped up was, the color pink. That pink cafe. 

At the front of the cafe, I stood once again staring at the large logo: Lovesome Cafe. Should I or should I not? I pinched my thigh to remind myself that it was just a cafe, and that no one was going to eat me. Still, I was anxious because of him. What has he done to me? 

Come one Amelia! Be the bigger person! I encouraged myself. 

I took a deep breath, and took hard steps into the cafe. Right in, there was a small line of females infront of me. 

I could hear his voice speaking to them sweetly, "Annyeonghaesayo, what would you like today?" I rolled my eyes. How fake. I rashly criticized. He probably flirts with them alot too. Of course, handsome and front desk worker? Yes. 

I thought about giving him an attitude to deal with, and see how he would take that. My turn, I smirked slightly. 

"Hello stranger" he smiled. Again with those eyes. There was glint of competition in them.

Right then and there a stupid grin spread across my face, "Annyeong" I bowed lightly. I glanced at his name tag: Ren. 

"What would you like today?" his eyes fixed upon me. Not again. He looked down and looked back with a slight smirk, and with confidence in his eyes, "Maybe, another Love Latte?" his voice deepened. 

"Tch" I chuckled shaking my head, "No." I passive aggressively spat back (politely). He was amused by it. The expression of his eyes indicated fascination and interest. I got him.

I sharpened my eyes and looked at him dead straight in the eyes, "I want your special combo steak sub with fries on the side please. " I said with a sudden boost of confidence. 

His smirk now more prominent, "Coming right up madam." 

"That's right." I shot back with a smirk. 

For sure, the feelings were more established now. I now have more structure in myself to face him. 

"Will it be to go, or here?" 

"Here." 

I then remember his name tag: Ren. I wondered, was this his real name? I concluded that it was not. It sounded too out of the ordinary for a Korean to have it because the origins are Japanese. Ren literally translated to Lotus Flower. I knew that sometimes employers would allow for employees to have their nickname on the tag. Of course, it had to be apropriate. However, in his case, it seemed strange. I wouldn't know how to put it. Not to mention, I believed that I knew someone named Ren. 

"You need something?" his voice appeared. 

He probably noticed me staring his name tag. 

I diverted my attention to him, "Oh, sorry I was just looking at your name tag." I explained with a half smile. 

Once again, he was amused. The look on his face was smugged, "Is it special?" he tilited his head.

"Hmph" I breathed with a smile, "Special? Not. Fascinating? Yes." 

"Ah, blunt you are I see." he pointed out. 

I just shrugged my shoulders."So, why the name Ren?" I asked diving straight to the point. 

"It's nothing." he sighed. "Just a name given to me from the past." his voice had a hint of sadness. 

I stopped there. I was not going to pry more into it if made him uncomfortable.

"So" he began, "What's fascinating about my name?" 

I thought for second, choosing my words carefully. My eyes faced his, "Tis' strange in my point of view for a Korean man to have a foreign name placed upon him. Unless I am completely wrong, then you are Japanese. Also, the translation means lotus flower." 

 I wanted to ask why such a name was given, but again, I did not want to pry. In time maybe I'll ask him again. It's all about opportunity.

"Hmm" he nodded, "True, but really it's nothing."

I nodded agreeing with him just for the sake of not making him feel any worse. 

"My real name is Choi MinKi." he held out his hand. 

"Mine is Ameila Kan, nice to know you Choi MinKi." I shook his hand firmly.