The next morning, I woke up to see my computer still on, the call still open.

"Shit," I whispered, realizing I had fallen asleep. I hoped we weren't having an important conversation.

My eyes widened further when I saw that Yeonjun was asleep on the other end.

He looked so... calm, peaceful. His cheek smushed into the pillow, his lips in a little pout and his hair in his face.

I smiled widely at the sight of him, flicking off my mic so I wouldn't wake him with my noise.

Alia would be up in 10 minutes, so I made myself breakfast, leftovers from the night before, and went back to my room with the computer. I didn't want to leave when Yeonjun stayed on the whole night. I turned my camera off, getting dressed in high waisted baggy jeans and a loose t-shirt tucked into the waistband.

I heard a small noise come from the call and flicked my camera back on so he knew I was still there.

Yeonjun blinked his eyes open, running a hand through his hair before taking a glance at his phone. His face broke into a wide, dazed smile upon seeing me. "Morning, Ada. I thought you would've left once you woke up," he said.

I looked away to hide the blush crawling up my cheeks at the sound of his voice. "I figured it'd be impolite, considering you stayed on the whole night."

He laughed, sitting up in his bed. "It was kinda cute, how you fell asleep. Anyways, I need to get ready for work and get Jiho ready for school, so I probably need to say goodbye now..."

I sighed. "Yeah, me too. Alia'll wake up any moment now. I-" I paused. "I really enjoyed talking to you. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess?" Yeonjun nodded. "Alright. Good luck at the wedding today! Bye."

He grinned at me. "Bye sijag."

I left the call, mind spinning, and laid back on my bed. After a few moments, I cleared my thoughts of Yeonjun almost completely and got up, entering Alia's room to wake her up.

"Oh!" I jumped, surprised to see her already dressed. "You're up already??"

"Yeah, you're late. By like ten minutes." She looked at me with the kind of disappointed face only a five year old could make. "Why?"

I rolled my eyes at her. "Cause. I was on a call with Yeonjun making plans for your playdate with Jiho!" I poked at her arm. "Which, by the way, is tomorrow." I bowed. "No need to thank me."

She laughed, taking me by the hand and pulling me to the kitchen for breakfast. "Thanks Mama. Now, hurry up or I'll be late for school!"

I sighed at her actions, making her breakfast, mind drifting back to my call with Yeonjun.

Alia waved a hand in front of my face. "Mom? You good?"

I nodded, snapping out of my slight daze and moving her hand from my face. "Yeah, why do you ask?"

"You seem a little distracted. I mean, I don't know if you've started putting our milk in the orange juice carton, but if you have it, I'm not sure I want orange juice in my cheerios," Alia commented. I looked down at my hands.

"Crap, I'm sorry," I whispered, dumping out the bowl of cereal in the trash with a sigh and starting anew.

Alia giggled at me. "What's on your mind, Mama?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes playfully, handing her the fresh bowl of cereal, this time with milk in it. "None of your business."

"I wanna know!!" she whined, shoveling a spoon of cheerios into her mouth.

"If you can guess correctly, I'll tell you," I sighed, sitting down with her.

Alia took a moment to look at me, trying to figure it out. "It started yesterday, what happened yesterday, hmm..." her eyes lit up. "I know, is it Mr. Choi?"

Heat rose in my cheeks at how quickly she guessed. I wanted to tell her she was wrong, but I had said I would tell her the truth. "Yes," I sighed. "Am I that obvious?" I couldn't believe my five year old daughter could tell he was on my mind.

She giggled. "Mama has a cruuu-uuush!" Alia sang. I groaned.

"Please don't, especially when he's over with Jiho tomorrow," I instructed, fixing her with a hard stare.

"Don't you want me to ask Jiho if he's been thinking about you?" she teased.

"NO! Why would he be thinking about me?" I asked, internally hoping he was, but in all fairness, we'd just met yesterday, it wasn't likely that he was. I leaned back in my chair, the front legs up in the air.

"Didn't you say you were on a call together the whole night?" Alia said. "There has to be at least one part of his brain that's thinking about you."

"Since when are you so mature?" I asked, clearing her bowl for her. "Where'd my little baby go?" I snuck behind her and suddenly tickled her relentlessly, up and down her sides.

Alia erupted into fits of laughter, scrambling to get away from me. I finally let up and she laughed, gasping while tears sparkled in her eyes.

She checked her watch, and her little face broke into a look of panic. "Mom, we gotta go or I'll be late!" she exclaimed, fingers wrapping around my hand as she dragged me to the door.

I laughed, grabbed my keys, and went out with her. School was 5 minutes away from our apartment, so the drive took no time at all.

"Want me to drop you off or bring you in?" I asked, already knowing the answer. My kindergartener was "too cool" to be walked into school by her mom. I couldn't believe she had no idea how cool I was. Her friends would love me.

"Not today, Mama," Alia said, hopping out of the car with her backpack. "Bye!" She turned and ran into the building and I laughed, shaking my head with a smile.

I pulled into reverse, almost backing into the car just then pulling in behind me. I slammed on the breaks with a short scream. Everything in the car jolted forward. I looked in the mirror to see the other driver, then gaped at the familiar face, ducking my head down low. No. Freaking. Way.

He must've seen me, because next thing I know, Choi Yeonjun was knocking on my window with a wide smile. After a moment's hesitation, face flushed with embarrassment, I rolled it down.

"You just can't stay away from me, can you?" Yeonjun joked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I rolled my own eyes at him, putting the window back up and instead opening the car door to get out. I stood up, bending over to brush my pants off, then straightened up. Bad mistake. God, why'd he have to be so tall? I barely reached his nose.

"I can. It's you who keeps following me," I shot back with a smirk, leaning against the warm metal of my car.

He pursed his lips at that, leaning forward slightly, hands in his pockets and his eyes narrowed playfully. "The facts are, you almost backed into my car. Hence, you're the one who can't stay away from me."

I pressed my lips together in a fed-up expression, tilting my head back to look at him. Frustrated (and not wanting more neck pain than usual), I moved my left hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to my level. I could feel his skin grow warmer under my touch and almost pulled away. Instead, I kept my hand there, a smirk playing at the edge of my lips. Yeonjun's eyes widened for a moment, his lips parted, but he soon regained his confidence, smiling down at me.

"See? What'd I say? You just can't stay away," he teased, leaning closer.

I scoffed slightly, smiling anyway. My skin crawled with heat but I hoped it didn't show. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd made me blush. "In your dreams."

I could see a few confused parents shooting glances our way, hurrying their children inside as if we were some couple showing PDA in front of the elementary school. I smiled internally at how wrong they were.

Yeonjun went to say something when suddenly a voice cut in.

"Dad, stop flirting with Miss May, and let's go already!" Jiho whined, tugging on his arm.

I blushed at her comment, lowering my hand from the back of his neck. Yeonjun looked down at me, his own cheeks slightly pink, and I noticed a little mole on his right cheek, a little below the outer corner of his eye.

I smiled at them, brushed a finger over the small mole on his cheek, and slipped back into my car. "See you!" I waved as I drove away. Yeonjun smiled, cheeks still flushed, and waved back.

I laughed to myself, knowing that for how bold I was, my heart still sped up the moment his skin touched mine.

I drove to the library, parking my car around back, and entered the building, pulling on the lanyard that said my name. I walked to my place behind the front desk, next to the other librarian, Theresa.

She was an older Black woman with silvery-grey hair that she wore tied up with a scarf. I must've still had Yeonjun on my mind, because Theresa took one look at me, smiled, and said, "Who's the lucky person that's got your attention, Miss Adelaide?"

I looked at her, eyes wide. "Am I really that obvious?" I had to have been, if I had already asked the same question twice today.

Theresa laughed. "Honey, you look, in lack of better words, either awestruck or dumbstruck. In love. So, who is it?"

I groaned, leaning my head against the counter. "His name's Choi Yeonjun. 23. Photographer. Has a daughter my daughter's age. Absolutely, one hundred percent, gorgeous. Lips I'm jealous of. The most adorable smile." I mumbled against the smooth, cool material.

She smiled at me when I turned to look at her from under my elbow. "You've got it bad. I can tell from your voice." I blushed slightly, hiding my face again. "And does this Yeonjun have your number?"

I shook my head, leaning back from the counter. "My phone's broken. He has my email though."

"That's a start! You better get your phone fixed, though. Texting is so much quicker than emailing," Theresa said, checking back in a few books someone had returned.

"I know," I sighed, helping her. "We've been using google chat though. And we were on a call together all of last night. And then I ran into him today, dropping off Alia."

She looked at me, mouth pressed in a thin line and eyebrows raised jokingly. "Girl, all night? How'd you two meet again?"

I told her the story, working all the while. When I had finished telling her about our run-in today, she turned to me. "Do you have a picture of him?"

"Not on me," I said, leaning my hip against the countertop. "He sent me literally, the most hot photo." Words did not want to come out of my mouth properly whenever Yeonjun was on my mind.

Theresa smirked at me. "Alright, let me see, go log on one of those computers and show me!"

I rolled my eyes playfully, walking to one of the library's computers, and typed in my email and password quickly. I scrolled up through our conversation to the photo, my throat immediately tightening once I saw it. I waved Theresa over, and she wheeled her wheelchair around the front desk and over to me.

She inspected the photo, letting out an approving "hm!"

"He's very attractive," Theresa finally appraised after a moment of thought. "He'd be lucky to have you."

I scoffed, my cheeks turning a light pink. "He's not into me, Ms. T, alright?"

"You don't know that."

"He could do so much better than me," I sighed, logging out of the computer and walking back to the desk, staring at my feet.

She followed. "Hey, give yourself some credit. A lot of people would love to have your heart, Adelaide. And if he's not one of them, he doesn't deserve your time, alright?"

I smiled a sheepish smile at her. "Thanks, Ms. T."

"Of course, now tell me what happens tomorrow and Thursday, okay?" she asked playfully.

I laughed. "Of course."

"Good. Now, get back to work! These books aren't going to shelve themselves!"