[Probably a fun read] (Though I might scrap it)
After living for eighteen whole years, an hour before my plane landed, I suddenly realized that the city I lived in was the birthplace of all kinds of romance novels, comics, and TV dramas.
Everyone here was bound to fall in love as soon as they hit a "romance trigger point"!
Like suddenly making eye contact with someone on the street.
Like dropping a book in the library and having someone else pick it up.
But I'd awakened.
I was stubborn by nature.
No way.
After I got off the plane, my childhood friend, who'd secretly inherited a fortune worth billions while I was away, came to pick me up with a bouquet of roses. "You're finally back from abroad. While you were gone, I..."
I was exasperated by how hopeless he was. "Get a grip. I was only traveling for two weeks."
Theme: Good
