Crash! I sighed. I was never good with plates. Scratch that because I was never good with kitchen utensils. I heard my mom scold me for my carelessness as I apologized. Gosh! It's a Sunday and here I am in the kitchen cooking delicious dishes for some guests  - God knows who they are. I could care less because they are always either my dad's colleagues or my mom's friends.    "Mirae, are you done with the salad?" My mom asked.   "Yup, it's all done! Now can I please go upstairs? I'm tired," I pouted trying to convince my mom with my non-existent aegyo.    "Aww, yes go wear something nic -" she stopped midway as the doorbell rang. "Oh they're here! Go call your dad."    "Yeah mom, got it! It's the usual." I skipped on my way to open the door. To my surprise an elegant couple around my parent's age greeted me with bright faces.   "Hello, welcome to our house." I lead them towards the living room while my dad and mom came and greeted each other and...you know the usual.    I looked at them happily chirping away and all while I exited the room to check the dinner table to my mom's cue.  Hmm. Chicken. Check. Drinks. check! Salad. check. hm check check. I beamed contently as I looked at the nicely laid out table and turned around to call my parents and guests.    Bump! I lifted up my head to see the unknown figure that I just bumped to  and -    Oh. My. Beautiful. God.  Is that - is that Ma-    "Hey, which way is the bathroom?" He ashed nonchalantly with a bored face.   I closed my gasping mouth. Standing infront of me was Mark. The Mark. The one from my school whom I once had a crush on. The one who once had a crush on me too. Well, may be. I'm not sure about that. Anyways, we were schoolmates when I was 13 and he was 16. I had a Huge crush on him and was almost going to confess - when he flew away to California. And my first crush came to an end.   And here he was. Standing infront of me looking more good-looking that ever with the oh-so-cute-and-handsome face and that gorgeous red hair, red shirt and...oh he looks hot. And me? I'm in my loose pajamas with not-so-nice hair. Can I just scream and pull my hair out right now? Ughh no, I'll do that later.   "Uh hello?" Mark cleared his throat breaking my train of thoughts and raised his eyebrows. Gosh he looks even ier with that— I stopped myself. I needed to stop getting distracted. "Oh I'm sorry. What were you saying?" I asked politely trying to hide my nervousness.    He sighed and said, "The bathroom?"    I showed him the way and he left. He left? Wait, what? What just happened? Does he not remember me at all? Okay we never really talked or went out or anything, but still! We were in the same sch