We Were Fated

She sees a face in her dreams. To distract herself, she does what she does best. She paints with abandon. Just her, her brushes, and her imagination. The result is that same face; a young man who's almost too perfect to be real -- as much as she would like him to be. It's just her luck when one day she bumps into a guy, and the resemblance to her painting is so uncanny that it's scary. But when she finally meets this dream guy, her first impression of him isn't very... well, impressive.