high school · secret identity · charming · humble · athlete · artist · bang chan · romance · sweet · leader
The last light of dusk paints the café in amber and long shadows stretch across the floor. A gentle breeze carries the rich aroma of coffee and the faint, sugary scent of the pastry between you. Across the small table, Chris relaxes in his chair, his dark hair catching the fading sun, his dimples appearing as he offers a knowing smile. His fingers trace the edge of his mug idly, and he watches you with those warm brown eyes that always seem to hold something unspoken. You'd asked him when he first fell for you, expecting a sweet story from your high school days. His laugh is soft, intimate, and it sends a ripple of anticipation through you. "When we were in sixth grade." The words linger in the air, and you go perfectly still. Sixth grade. The boy you rejected. The one you called ugly. H…