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THREE

As they were closing, Seungmin helped Jisung clean the rest of his section and put the chairs on the tables.

"Here," he said and handed Jisung a slip of paper and walked off, mumbling something about being glad he was off tomorrow.

It should've been obvious what it was but Jisung had so much doubt that he waited until he was getting into his car to look at the paper.

Written down in some of the neatest handwriting he'd ever seen, was a number with Minho's name under it. This is quite cute.

Absentmindedly, he picked up his phone and saw that it was still open to Tinder. He finally got around to reading the message and a flustered smile spread over his face.

Hi, Jisung. I've been seeing you look at me in the restaurant. And what were the odds that you'd pop up on my Tinder?

You even super-liked me. Haha, am I that cute? Anyway, I gave one of the waiters my number and asked them to pass it on to you.

I know I could've just done it here in the app. But it felt a bit... friendlier to do it in person. Call me sometime.

Now, several hours later, Jisung's hand was hovering over the screen of his phone as he paced back and forth in his room.

He'd had the entire day to make the call, but he wanted to be mindful and call Minho when he guessed that the man would be off from work.

He swallowed hard and his fingers flew over the numbers, having already memorized the numbers on the slip of paper.

It rang twice before someone picked it up, his voice sounding cheerful despite the fact that it was six in the evening.

"Hello? May I ask who this is?"

"Hi, this is Jisung. The guy from the restaurant and um, Tinder," he mumbled the last part, realizing how embarrassing it sounded.

"Ah, sorry about that! How are you?" Jisung stared at the wall with a blank expression, unsure of how to answer.

Should he tell the truth and let the man know that he was nervous and terrified? Or should he lie and play it cool?

In order not to make Minho wait longer than a minute, he racked his mind for any passable reply. "I'm fine. I didn't want to call you too early because you work at the architecture firm by the restaurant, right?"

Minho answered with a hum and let out a short laugh. "So people do pay attention to the job description on my profile."

"You have great timing. Actually, I'm walking out the office now. I hope this isn't too sudden but would you like to have dinner?"

"There's a nice sushi place downtown and my colleagues have been talking about it. If you're busy, then it's alright."

"No, no. I'm free right now," Jisung answered as he stood up, running a hand through his messy hair.

"I'll send the location and I'll meet you there in twenty minutes?"

"Sure," Jisung agreed and he hung up. He glanced at the clock and ran into his room, going for his closet because he was still in his pajamas.

He was ready in ten minutes and jumped into his car, nearly speeding through every stoplight he encountered. It was amazing that he hadn't been pulled over or even worse, arrested.

✎ To be continued...