The two teens left Miso's house and took a walk to the park.
Miso left her lenses at home after a lot of annoying begging from Dasung. She was shining more without them. At least,this was what Dasung said.
Miso and Dasung sat down on one of the benches in the park and waited for the friend to come.
"Is he your best friend?" Miso asked playing with a little flower she found in the grass.
"Yeah,i guess. We are pretty close."
As Dasung ended his statement,a tall,hazel haired boy aproached them smiling.
But,as soon as the boy and Miso were in front of eachother,their smiles slowly faded.
"Miso,he is my friend,Samuel. Samuel,she is Miso."
"We know." Samuel and Miso said together, eyeing eachother.
