Seoul was nothing like home. The city roared with cars and neon lights, each corner pulsing with life. Anne's heart raced as she tried to find her dormitory.
"Excuse me—ah!"
Her words cut off as she crashed into a man stepping out of a glass building. The hot coffee in her hands spilled down the crisp white shirt of his suit.
Anne gasped. "Omo! I-I'm so sorry!"
The man's sharp eyes burned into her. His jaw tightened, his perfectly styled hair barely moving in the wind. People passing by slowed, whispering his name, Dylan Choi.
"Do you even watch where you're going?" His voice was low, cold, like ice slicing her skin.
Anne bowed repeatedly. "I'll pay for the cleaning! I-I didn't mean to"
He scoffed. "Do you think you can afford this?"
Her face heated. She wanted to snap back but bit her tongue. "I'll try," she said softly.
Dylan's eyes lingered on her a moment longer before he turned, stepping into a sleek black car. He left her trembling on the sidewalk, clutching her empty cup.
Anne muttered under her breath, "What a jerk…" yet her heart wouldn't stop racing.