The bass shakes the bar counter and the dance floor beams with neon lights. Women move in and out, up and down, completely surrounding me. However, all my focus is on the woman next to me.

I would have never thought in my wildest dreams that I would end up in a bar with Miss Moon.

This is the best. 

Miss Moon faces me and I wonder if she felt my eyes on her. However, I don’t think she did because she says something. However, the music is so loud I can’t hear her.

“What?” I shout.

She smiles, before leaning in. I think my cheeks are going to explode.

“What would you like to drink?”

Miss Moon turns her ear to me, waiting for my answer. I swallow and bring my lips to her ear.

“Whatever you’re getting.”

She acknowledges my order and waves to the bartender, who instantly recognises her.

“Hi Moonbyul.” she greets. “Who’s this cutie with you?”

The tall woman glances at me and Miss Moon suddenly circles her arm around my shoulders. I wonder if she can feel how stiff I am. 

“She’s my cute junior. You better keep your hands off her.”

It's not the first time I've been protected, but it's the first time that I didn't want to be independent. If there was one person I could lean on, it would be Miss Moon. The bartender holds up both her hands, feigning fear. They both laugh, like old friends.

“So, the usual?”

Miss Moon nods and then glances around. The music is loud so we don’t talk. I can’t help but feel awkward, even though it’s not silent. Thankfully, the drinks come quickly and we edge towards a free sofa. I sit at the edge, and Miss Moon sits closely to me. Far closer than I expected her to on the three-seater. I take a sip of my drink and almost cough at how strong it is. However, the warmth makes me relax.

“How is it?” Miss Moon asks.

“It’s nice, but it’s strong.”

She laughs. “That’s what everyone says.”

I wonder how many people she’s brought here. However, from the way the bartender addressed her, it should have been obvious that Miss Moon frequented here. I need to remind myself that some of my firsts aren't others. I’m not the first one.

“Moonbyul?” I ask.

Even over the loud music, Miss Moon must have heard my exclamation.

“It’s a nickname. Moon Byulyi makes Moonbyul.”

“That’s cool.”

She smiles and it shines like the moon and the stars.

“Maybe that would be an easier name for you to say, since I’m having such a hard time getting you to call me casually.”

I feel shy but I think I’ve finally gained enough confidence. After all I’ve revealed to her, surely, I can simply call her by her given name.

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