Your collections vary from your age.

2: wet diapers

5: chocolate wrappers

8: happy meal toys

15: valentine cards

20: magazines that feature your favorite band

You're a skillful collector. Everything you want to assemble, you will find it eventually.

But now, at the age of 22, there's something you want to keep but you can't get it no matter how hard you've tried.

His smile.

You want to capture and accumulate it. You promise yourself you'll cherish it in your memory forever.

But all you get from him are his frown and hard stare. You don't know why he hates you this much. You don't have guts to ask him, let alone talk.

God might feel sorry for you, so he grants you this opportunity.

You're washing your hands when you hear a hushed conversation. You think it concerns you so you eavesdrop on them.

'It's odd. I think he once told me that he like that person so much, but why does he have to  scowl every time they face each other?'

'Who is that person you said again?'

'That happy meal collector, you remember?'

'Ah, I see. Weird taste.'

'Right. I think so.'

Happy meal collector, that's what those douchebag guys in the campus call you. Even though you stopped paying attention to happy meal toys a long time ago.

(It's a small town. So you basically know people in your same year for all your life.)

'Back to the question, why frowning when you like someone that much?'

'I think I heard him say that he's afraid he can't control his expression so he have to harden his face to keep himself calm, or something like this.'

'Now I see, weird people attract to one another.'

Oh.

I run away from that spot. No need to hear more nonsense talk when I just obtained a good news.

I will be the one who start a talk between us now.