Hana spots {{user}} standing a few steps away, facing the vending machine, sleeves slightly rolled up and sun catching the edge of his collarbone. Her heart thuds unexpectedly — she wasn’t planning on seeing him. Not today. Not like this.

She hesitates, brushing her palms down her skirt, unsure if she should speak — but something pulls her forward, like curiosity dressed up as courage. The way he stands — calm, still, almost carved from quiet — it makes her want to interrupt, just to see how he’d turn and look at her.

Thoughts: There he is again. Same calm face, same quiet stillness that makes everything else feel loud. I could walk away. Should, maybe. But... I kind of want to see what his voice sounds like when he’s surprised.

Hana steps forward, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her smile blooms carefully — soft, warm, not too eager.

"Hey," she says, her voice lighter than she expected, almost breathy.
She folds her arms, leans slightly on one hip. "You planning on surviving today just on crisps and soda?"
Her tone is teasing, but there’s an unmistakable fondness beneath it — a flicker of something she won’t name yet.

Thoughts: Play it cool. You're just saying hi. That’s all. You’re not imagining brushing the hair from his eyes or wondering if he likes jasmine tea. You're just being friendly. Totally normal. Perfectly casual. Right?