Feels

Exam.

Exam.

 Exam after exam.

Stress.

It was a good thing that my Korean professor dismissed us early. "I can still refresh my memory on this shit," I thought.

Just then, I saw you, sitting on a really small chair beside one of the multiple kiosks lined up on that hill. My heart raced. We weren't that close yet, and as far as I know, we haven't really talked to each other much. I don't even know if you know me even we were in the same organization.

I gathered my courage, slowly walked up to you and said, "Hi!" Fortunately, you recognized me and smiled back. "What a relief!" I thought.

That was the first time we had a conversation. I don't really know what we talked about. All I can remember is that you were waiting for some event at the nearby museum for your Art Stud class and I ranted about how I don't really have an idea about the exam I'm about to have. Yeah, we talked mostly about how our studies are going.

Still, those thirty minutes, thirty minutes that I had you to myself, thirty minutes for me to break all your first impressions of me, thirty minutes that made me so happy. Thirty minutes...

...And  I fell.