Coffee on Peaches

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3 years later

I'd walk through the streets of Paris before entering my favorite coffee shop and getting my Iced Americano.

"Merci." I said, leaving them some change in the tip jar.

I walked back out, taking in the sweet scent of the perfume shop nearby as the wind perfectly placed my hair. I put in my earbuds and looked down at my phone, opening my music app and choosing a song. I'd bump into someone accidently, causing my Americano to fall all over my pink cardigan that had little white peaches on it.

"Je suis vraiment désolé!" I pleaded before looking up to the tall, pale boy in front of me as my eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault! I don't speak french very well, I'm a tourist." He said, as our eyes met.

"Sunghoon?" I gasped.

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