Restless in Seoul ✓

8.

I jump back in startlement.

When I turn my body to face the owner of the voice I've been talking to for a week now, my eyes collide with almond brown ones, half hidden by a black mask. 

After my initial shock, I notice that unlike me who has dressed in clothes fit for a casual morning date, he looks as if he is going to rob a bank. 

Although I should really stop using the word 'date' now. I mean, he just said he wants to meet me.

He's covered in black from head to toe. His hair is hidden by a baseball cap. He is tall though; and while I used to think I am tall enough for an average Korean woman, his height has proven me very wrong indeed. He towers over my 5'8 ft frame.

"Hi there Noona." He is smiling behind that mask, I can bet my annual salary on that.

"Hello there grim reaper. Don't take my soul please, I am still very young." I cough a little before replying teasingly, in the order to make him chuckle. 

My heart does a pleased dance when I achieve that feat, his throaty chuckle making me smile wider.

"Sorry, it's just that me being today recognized won't be a good idea." He grimaces as he says the words but proceeds to remove the mask and the hat as he walks back to the table where I was drinking my iced coffee a few minutes ago.

"I see you were kind enough to wait for me." he arches an eyebrow at me as I slide in across from him. I take his appearance in as I settle in the wrought iron chair.

To be brutally honest, he is way hotter than I imagined in my head. Especially when he is biting his lower lip to prevent grinning and his cheeks getting punctured by two very deep dimples.

I've always found dimples sexy. I'm a sucker for them.

He does look a bit familiar, though I'm sure I've never met him before as I'd remember a face like this.

"What?" Both his eyebrows draw down in a V when I don't say anything but stare at him for a few seconds. Those dimples took my ability to speak away but I can't say that so instead I give him an eye-glare,

"I'm always kind to those who are late."

"Sorry, something came up." He grins sheepishly, raking a hand through his blonde hair falling on his forehead.

He's dyed them I am sure, because his roots are brown but he still manages to look so incredibly gorgeous. 

I can't be mad at him though because those dimples of his, which should be declared as illegal, are making me melt in my seat. 

So I shrug at him as if to say, "It's okay." 

"You're beautiful Noona, way prettier than I imagined. " He suddenly says, making me widen my eyes a little, a red blush creeping up on my neck no doubt.

 I don't know how to reply really, so I avoid those brown orbs of his and instead look at the records I was busy fangirling over before he arrived.

"My signature is there too."