Minho braced himself as he exited the cafe into the frigid winter air. He shrugged his shoulders and patted around his pockets for his cigarettes, then once more for his lighter. It was early February and winter continued to bite relentlessly around them, like a grumpy old man that refused to leave a family dinner. He took a drag from his lit cigarette and blew the smoke out high above him, watching it fade away into the atmosphere.

His watch told him that it was already four in the afternoon, and he was relieved to find that the sun was still in the sky. That was good, it meant spring was close by. Readjusting the strap of his bag around his shoulder, he started forwards in the direction of the library when he heard someone call out behind him.

He didn't recognise the soft, feminine voice. Curious, he turned around to find an unfamiliar girl standing in front of him. She was pretty; long ombré hair and big brown eyes with a small heart shaped face. Her coat was a blue Burberry and she looked like one of those girls who believed they ought to be on the runway instead of walking around on the streets like every other peasant.

"Do I know you?" he asked her.

"Well... no," she answered slowly, clasping her hands behind her back. "I just- um... wanted to talk to you."

"Okay, sure..." he stared at her expectantly and saw a blush starting to creep onto her cheeks. It made her tanned skin glow.

"It's just that I see you all the time here," she cocked her head in the direction of the cafe. "And um..."

He crossed his arms and smiled, a growing suspicion that he knew what she was about to say. Minho had to admit, it was refreshing to have a girl come up to him instead of the other way around. He'd always admired girls who did that, it showed that they had guts- to go for it and do the things they wanted to do.

"Wow, okay," she breathed out and laughed nervously. "I've had a crush on you since first year and my friend made me tell you or else he'll never give me back my limited edition DVDs."

The expression on her face when she finished made him laugh out loud, and her eyebrows raised up in surprise.

"Well, you can tell your friend that he's a cruel, heartless person," he said.

"I did," she replied. "Twice."

"What's your name?" he asked her.

"Kera," she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yours?"

"Minho."

"Okay, since I know your name now," she opened her bag and pulled out a small box. "I can give you these."

He laughed. "What's that?"

"Chocolates... for Valentine's," she winced. "I know it's cheesy but-"

"Your friend made you?" he raised an eyebrow and she nodded sheepishly. "It's cool, I accept. But..."

She started to hand the box of chocolates to him when he raised a finger up in the air and she paused. The smirk on his face grew wider, his dimple showing on the side of his cheek, and the girl felt her heart stop as she looked up at him with anxious eyes.

"On condition that you go on a date with me," he finished.

Kera let out a weak laugh and he could see her hand tremble slightly. "Are you serious?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "So? How about it? Tonight."

The girl continued to stare at him as if he was mad, then she nodded her head quickly and he finally took the chocolates from her. They hastily exchanged numbers before she fled from the scene, ducking back into the warmth of the cafe.

Minho smiled as he watched her return to her table inside and started talking animatedly to someone else sat in the corner, obstructed from view by a jutting wall. Must be that sly friend of hers, he thought. He started to walk away, but not before catching her eye and winking back. She collapsed into her seat, clutching her heart, and he couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"And that was how I got myself a date."

He ate another piece of chocolate and looked back at the blonde boy in front of him. Newt's sandwich hovered on the way to his open mouth as he stared at his friend with horrified round eyes. His hand fell back down to the table and the other went up to smack himself in the face.

"You did what?!" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"What?" Minho shrugged. "She was really cute."

"Uhuh," Newt looked at him in mild resignation. "Just don't scare the poor thing."

"Wonder who her friend is though," Minho looked up thoughtfully. "I need to thank him."

"Slow down there," the blonde shook his head. "You haven't even gone on that date yet. What if she turns out to be a serial killer?"

"Nah, man," he stood up from their bench and slung his bag over his shoulder. The boy turned to his friend with a smitten look on his face. "She's really cute."

With a contentedly smug smile on his face, he headed back early to get ready for the evening. Newt returned to his sandwich and crossed out a word on his assignment. He turned the page of his textbook and paused, blinking in mute shock.

There was a letter tucked away on the first chapter of quantum mechanics and molecular properties. Only two words were written on its front, in beautiful penmanship that looked like it belonged to a sixteenth century poet.

To Newt.

Author's Note:

Just think of Kera as Minho's mysterious counterpart from Group B xD