It was a strange feeling she experienced. It rocked her body and made her jittery. She wanted to hide. Her face was flushed and she felt the embarrassment linger long after the incident today. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was foreign and new. How could she let herself be kissed by Irene Bae? It all happened so quickly, awfully quick. 

It started with Irene Bae’s shy gazes that Wendy caught too many times directed at her in their university’s library. She’d heard of the senior’s caring and deep character, well liked for her competitiveness and calm exterior. Wendy didn’t know much else so she didn’t mind the curious glances she received from the senior. Wendy would always sit at the same table and she noticed that, gradually, Irene Bae had been sitting closer and closer to her. It was subtle but Wendy could feel the gazes and sometimes she’d blush a rosy hue. 

Was there something on her face? Why does Irene Bae always steal glances at her? Why is a respected senior paying attention to an embarrassing avid student?