BAO KWAK'S POV:

It is the day I am supposed to meet her. She looked about 20-22 years old?

I couldn't lie.

She was cute.

I enter the coffee shop to see her sitting in a black hoodie. I blush as I sit next to her.

She must've bought me a coffee.

"Hi." She says shyly. "You're Bao Kwak, right?"

I nod.

"How old are you?" I question.

She shrinks back, hesitating.

"I'll tell you at the end of this date." She sways.

Date? I gasp. She smiles.

She starts talking about herself and asks me about myself. I'm very open to everything.

It's been about . . 1 hour? No, 30 minutes. 

She walked here, and asked me to drive her home.

As we arrive, she bounces up and down. Is she drunk?

"G-goodbye." I stammer. 

She stares at me, then pulls me by the collar.

She grabs my cheek, and I gasp.

Her soft lips touch mine, and I grasped her waist. I quickly retract my my body and rush into my car.

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I wake up to a text from her saying how sorry she was and her age is . . . . . 17? 

I made out with a 17 year old? 

Why? 

What is wrong with me! 

She texts me saying she wants me to come over to her house on Friday? I don't know . . .