It was a week or so after Love, February ended this year, and I was attempting to make sense of my life again.

A tornado had hit my city, there were whispers of covid shutdowns in the wind, and I had just gotten a new tattoo.

So naturally, I did what any sane person would do.

I spent a morning in the library, picking out books at random.

Then went to my favorite bakery for some afternoon pie.

The pie was sadly lackluster at best, and while I despondently went for a refill of coffee, I noticed a man in a green sweater with a Harry Potter sticker on his wallet as he waited to pay for his coffee.
(Every kdrama fan knows the appeal of a good sweater)

I complimented him on it, and asked him what Hogwarts house he was, and well, we kept talking from there.

He sat by me and my tough crusted pie, and we talked about many things. Mainly Harry Potter, but also dogs, traveling, church, the proper way to clean a shower stall, more Harry Potter, the fact neither of us can actually drink coffee black.

When he smiled it was a lopsided smile, with a big dimple just on one side.

He tells me that his first memory of that day is that when I laugh my whole body shakes and laughs with me.

A couple of hours later, the bakery was closing, and I was no closer to finishing my disappointing tart.

“I don’t want to stop talking to you,” he said. “Are you hungry for dinner? Feel free to say no, whether or not you have plans.”

“Do you like Korean food?” I asked him, “There’s a place across town with good ddeokbokki.”

He hadn’t had Korean food before, but we met again at the local Korean place, twenty minutes and one desperate call to my best friend later. (I needed someone to talk me down from running away, because cute men in green sweaters are a weakness I didn’t know I had).

Over ddeokbokki we talked about our workplace stress, politics, racism, religion, gay rights. The ahjummas at the restaurant laughed at us as we smiled across the table.

It was raining and dark when we left the restaurant, and he asked if I wanted to go to the movie theater. We stood together sheltered by the awning of the restaurant as we checked our phones for showtimes, only to see that we’d missed the regular showings, and the next wouldn’t be for another hour or two.

He asked for my number, and to text him when I got home safe. And to let him know if I wanted to get coffee again soon.

The next night I texted him to ask if he was free the next day for that coffee.

He said yes, but wanted dinner with me a couple days later too. I said yes, but requested an actual proper date that next weekend. He showed up Saturday morning, a week after that disappointing pie experience in the bakery, with flowers for me, treats for the cats, and a random assortment of food for us to make a tea tray together since that’s all he could figure that I liked to eat from my social media.

Let’s just say we’ve been together ever since.

PS: He’s a Hufflepuff, if anyone wondered.

Why am I sharing this story here? It’s not crazy exciting or anything, but I do feel 2020 needs more just everyday happy stories, because I know my anxiety can’t take anymore of the news.

Also Pie Guy makes me happy, and I wanted to talk about him. And share Yoon Shi Yoon gifs while doing so. Because a girl can do both.

This is so cute! Congrats Cocoa! Sorry it took me so long to see this! I haven’t been very active on DB lately 😬 Pie Guy sounds so sweet!

Thanks for sharing. I hadn’t read it back in October because I took some days off at my dad’s (no internet or anything technological available, which was a nice change). This is a love story and nothing ordinary.

Just read your story! Thanks for sharing! Made my day!🥰