“Isn’t it?” he added calmly.

She looked at the young boy beside her, he was just as pretty too. His calmness, this serenity that surrounds him was like a warm halo that had eased her fears. His short, choppy hair that was grazing his eyebrows was adorable and his cold, pale and flushed skin made her heart race a bit faster. Judging from his dark, black hair, Hawol was certain this young man was Korean. “Nae..” she answered silently.

“Oh? You speak Korean?” he asked enthusiastically.

“Yes, I’m Korean just like you.” She answered again, blushing at his strong grip on her lower arms.

“Sorry.” he flusters.

“No it’s okay.” Hawol replied, staring down at her daisy patterned backpack. The young boy smiled as he nodded, pleased by her answer. She sighed loudly at the pretty monotonic clouds, bidding goodbye to the warm sun. A ray of dispersed sunlight that was by the tip of her toes started to move further and slowly it disappeared. Her heart became uneasy. “You look like you’re from here, but you’re not.” The boy beside her started to mumble, successfully taking her mind off nasty thoughts. “Sorry?” she asked, trying to understand what he had meant.

“Well I think it’s your orange hair. It’s very pretty, reminds me of the sun.”

Hawol’s eyes widened, unable to fathom such adorable compliment so suddenly. Thank you, she uttered timidly as the colors on her cheeks deepened. Like a habit, the latter nodded in amusement, somewhat thrilled with her reactions. She was never the shy and speechless type; in fact Hawol was loud and respectively in charge of the vocal in her family. Simply put, she never cared much. But around this young, new boy, his mere presence was making it hard for her to form sentences. Words were scattered in her head, but nothing made sense. “I’m glad I met you too.’ She blurted, still hazy from th