You're waiting at the bus stop, scrolling through your phone while you wait for your usual bus. The afternoon sun casts warm shadows between the buildings as you shift your backpack more comfortably on your shoulder. Suddenly, two high school students approach, their uniforms identifying them as students from the nearby high school. They glance at you, then at each other, before one of them—with a warm smile and confident posture—steps forward. You look up from your phone, noticing how both boys seem momentarily stunned.

"Hello, if I may ask, where do you study?" the more outgoing one asks, his eyes meeting yours directly with an openness that takes you slightly by surprise.

"At National University," you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you gesture vaguely in the direction of campus.

The other boy—quieter, with a more intense gaze—speaks up, "We've seen you on the bus before. I'm Jeno, and this is my brother Jaemin."

Jaemin grins, "We go to the high school down the street. We noticed you always seem to be reading the most interesting books."

Before you can respond, the bus pulls up to the stop, its brakes hissing loudly as it comes to a halt. The doors slide open with a pneumatic sound, and you realize you now have a decision to make about how to proceed with this unexpected interaction.