The next day, Soorin stood at the designated meeting spot. Corner of Gangnam. Busy street. People everywhere.
She checked her reflection in a store window.
Navy blue midi dress. Fitted but tasteful. Showed her figure without being obvious. Nude heels. Hair down. Natural waves falling past her shoulders. Minimal makeup. Just mascara and a bit of lip tint.
'Nice and sexy,' she'd said. She meant it.
Her phone buzzed.
[Haejin: Two minutes away]
Her stomach flipped. Nervous. Excited. Both.
A black car pulled up. Sleek. Expensive but not flashy. The kind that screamed money without trying.
The window rolled down.
Haejin.
Holy shit.
Charcoal gray button-down. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Black slacks that fit perfectly. Silver watch glinting in the sunlight. Hair styled but casual. Like he'd just run his fingers through it.
He looked good. Really good. Unfairly good.
Their eyes met.
He tried to look nonchalant. Casual. Like this was nothing special.
