The repair shop is nestled in the middle of a quiet neighbourhood. It is often empty. There’s a worn out sign pasted on the door, a reference from an old Coldplay song. I will try to fix you. A young man sits in there because of a promise he made years ago to himself for a girl. He’s fixed an old pocket watch but mostly just a few small trinkets here and there. He wishes he could’ve shown her how broken things can be mended too. He wishes she could’ve seen how skilled he is with his hands. He wishes they could’ve been if it wasn’t too little too late. Today, he keeps the song on replay.

The girl finds this tiny and quaint café a few blocks away from college. She spreads her notebook and sketches on the outdoor table and sets her iced green tea latte in the pile of organised mess. There’s an antique looking shop across the café and it is blasting some depressing music now. She sighs because someone’s probably having it rough too. She hums along to the song and quietly gets on with her work.

July is excruciatingly long because of the heat and the slow flow of traffic. He parks himself behind the counter and presses his HOT playlist on shuffle. f(x)’s Hot Summer cannot be any more apt.

The girl carries her tall caramel frappe topped with lots of whipped cream and her slice of New York cheesecake. She carefully pushes the café door with her body to get to her usual sunshine spot. She’s greeted by an upbeat song from across and the smile hangs on her face as she bobs along to the rhythm.

He sits up when he spies this crazy human out in the scorching heat. Her hair’s up in a messy bun and she’s in a white oversized shirt coupled with a pair of denim shorts and grey converse high. He tilts his head quizzically and spots a USB fan connected to her notebook. He chuckles lightly because he knows no one in their right mind could bear this insane heat. She only leaves at dusk.

She’s there again the next day with another cup of drink. He has never noticed her before. He props his head up with his hand and stares at her working. She whips her head around suddenly and looks him straight in his eyes. He hurriedly ducks behind the shelves before realising that she can’t see him since the glass windows have privacy films. He eme