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The small restaurant was packed with business men and women and families who I presumed were all too busy or too tired to cook dinner. A petite waitress showed us to a small table in a cozy corner and handed us menus. Jiyong put his crutches to the side as he took his seat with care. I saw him wince a bit before finding a comfortable sitting position. He then flipped the menu open and scanned it intently as if he was looking at a really hard Math question. I found it especially endearing. And although there were two or three bruises on his cheeks, they only made his brown eyes stand out. I never would have thought that bruises would actually complement someone's features.

My eyes trailed down the shirt he was wearing. He was wearing a plain scoop neck that perfectly accentuated his prominent collar bones and his long neck.

It was simply unfathomable how perfect he looked.

“What are you having?” he asked cutting off my reverie.

I was so busy shamelessly ogling at him I didn’t notice that a waiter was already standing by waiting for our our orders with a pen and paper in hand, “Umm, I’ll have what he’s having as well” I told the waiter.

Jiyong must have found my statement somewhat hilarious as he evoked a short laugh, “Chaerin, I haven’t ordered yet. Are you still with me?”

Third embarrassment of the night. And judging by the way he asked me, it seemed like he noticed I was staring at him the whole time. I was doing really well weren’t I? “Well, what I meant was, I'll have what you're having. I haven’t been here before so I don’t know what’s good” I quickly quipped.

“Oh I see” he curved his lips slightly while nodding his head. Nice save, Chaerin. I think.

He laid out our order to the waiter and he turned to me, “Oh yeah. I haven’t properly told you yet…” he started. My brows inclined signalling him to continue. “Thank you so much for helping me. I seriously have to repay you somehow”

I waved my hand, “Don’t worry about it. Have you guys found the lowlives yet?”

He shook his head. “Nah, not yet. I'm making sure it's being taken care of though"

"I hope the police catches them soon"

“I hope so too. By the way, I also want to thank you for taking care of my son while I was in the hospital”

"Don't worry about-" I cut myself "Actually, you need to worry about it. Your son ruined my apartment” I could not help but pull an uptight expression recalling the current state of my apartment.

His eyes widened, "How so? What did the rascal do?"

I might have elaborated the whole incident in a detail more than necessary and I might have also expressed my rage about it more than necessary.

But to my surprise and relief, he didn't find my passionate rage about the clutter all too weird. He actually shared the same sentiments as I did when it comes to mess. He said he always keep his place clean and dust-free.

Rooting from that, we discovered we actually have other things in common. Apart from our mutual hate for anything messy, our musical tastes were coincidentally identical. We also share the same favorite clothes designers and artists.

During the course of the night, we also talked about our jobs, the places we've traveled to as well as our hilarious and embarrassing childhood memories. There was not a second of an awkward pause between us. Our conversation, although it went off to different tangents, was fluid and consistently entertaining. I was never really a talkative person but for some strange reason my mouth just kept on running while I basked in his undivided attention. I also gave all ears to the fascinating stories he shared. The next thing we knew, the waitress was already collecting our empty bowls and plates and we were the only ones who remained in the once packed restaurant.