September 02, 2013  |  Taipei, Taiwan

AMBER'S POV

After the program ends, I quickly make my way backstage. I hate the personal questions that come up during interviews. Usually I have my group to help me dodge the questions, and I feel almost without them. I breathe a sigh of relief once I get down the stairs -- it was over. Slowing my pace, I head into my green room, my thoughts travelling to a certain someone who had caught my attention today. "Amber!" A yell stops me in my tracks. I whip my head around hoping to see a familiar face.

KRYSTAL'S POV

I tap at my phone nervously. I can't stop thinking about her and the way she had grabbed my hand earlier. After we had wrapped, I had been too shy to approach her, and she ran off without a word. Thinking that I had missed my chance, I quickly scribble my phone number on a scrap of paper and hand it to someone who I hope can relay the message. I hope the tiny piece of paper gets to her safely.

My manager breaks my nervous thoughts, "Krystal, you've been tapping your phone and staring into space for a while. Are you alright?"

Giving him a soft smile, I ask him as vaugely as possible, "Oppa, do you believe in love at first sight?"

He shoots me a knowing smile, "This doesn't sound like the Jung Soojung that I know."

Giving him my signature glare, I retort, "Gosh, I'm just trying to make conversation, okay?"

He laughs, then says, "And I would love to sit here and talk, but there's no time for that now. You have another schedule. Let's head to the car." Sighing, I walk to the van. I can't think about her anymore. If she calls, she calls. If not, then it is not meant to be, I guess. 

AMBER'S POV

I do see a familiar face, although it's not the one I wanted to see. The translator hands me the slip of paper, then says in Korean, "It's from her." I keep a straight face and thank her for passing along the message. My eyebrows shoot up when I see what's on the folded piece of paper. This girl's got a lot of guts. She's simple and straightforward; I like that. All that is written is a phone number, nothing more, nothing less. I fumble for my phone and save the number, then tuck the piece of paper into my wallet for safekeeping. If she makes the first move, then I've got to catch up.

KRYSTAL'S POV

During my next schedule, my mind keeps slipping to Amber. What if she's texting me right now, and since I can't respond, she just gives up? What if she hasn't texted me at all? What if she won't ever text? What if she calls? What if she doesnt call? Let me just say, modelling and worrying at the same time make for a horrible combination.

After the long shoot, I thank my photographer for his hard work in broken Chinese. He smiles and says something in Mandarin. "Sorry, I don't understand," I say in English.

"You look worry," he says, piecing together the English he knows, "Love hard, not easy like movie, so you don't worry, okay?"

Although it's broken, I understand his words. Somehow, I have feelings for a celebrity tomboy I have just met in Taiwan. I have a feeling it's going to be a hard one. As I try to take my photographer's advice and not worry, my phone vibrates in my back pocket. I jump up, unaware at just how nervous I am. The notification on my lockscreen says I have a message from an unknown number. I heart races and I fumble to unlock my phone. Clicking on the message app, I feel my heart in my throat. There it is in all of it's glory.

Tomorrow night. Sappho Live Jazz. 9:30pm.

Don't wear heels.

- A

Reading the message over a couple times, my nervousness and excitement build. Her message is straightforward; I like that. Something about her commanding presence stirs up something inside me. She moves fast, but I'm sure that's because she knows time is limited. I leave the day after tomorrow.

AMBER'S POV

I check my phone again. I hate the waiting game that always happens after you text someone you like. She better act fast, though. She leaves the day after tomorrow. My phone chimes and I read the message.

I'm more of a sneaker kind of girl anyways.

Smiling to myself, I know, she's not just a sneaker kind of girl -- she's my kind of girl.