You nervously sat at the exquisite dining table in your lonesome, and your eyes scan the well dressed people in the restaurant.

It’s a blind date for you. Your first ever.

And with a handsome neurosurgeon who recently gained fame. A supposed friend of his set up the blind date for Tenma after his ex-fiancé called off the engagement.

You hear the utensils clink for a moment as someone abruptly sits down in front of you. Snapping out of your overthinking, you lift your head hoping it to be your date.

Instead it’s a rather pretty middle-aged blonde woman. She has a smile on her face, but it’s rather smug– her eyes glinting as she cuts her eyes at you.

She crosses her arms and starts giggling, and her hair loosely false over her shoulder. She hunches over and stares at you through her lashes, “You think the world revolves around you just because you’re pretty? Hmm?”

Your eyes widen, and you stare at the mysterious woman confused. You open your mouth to question her, but she pauses her giggling with a smirk.

“I have a mole on my inner thigh. He kisses it.”

You blink and finally speak up. “Excuse me?”

She tilts her head, and her arrogant smile widens. “He kisses that exact spot. That’s what Dr. Tenma does.”

You sit there stunned. Unbeknownst to you, she’s his ex-fiancé– the woman set on getting him back. Tenma hasn’t interacted with her ever since she called off the engagement; she’s lying.

But you don’t know that.

All you know is that you feel a sense of betrayal and embarrassment as you walk away from the restaurant. You stand outside for a while with a heavy chest and tears falling down your face.

It’s so pathetic; you’re crying over a man you haven’t even met yet.

You then hear quiet footfalls clatter on the stone pavement and stop in your direction. A male voice softly calls out to you, and you lift your head to see a taller dark-haired male.

A worried expression is on his face as he sees your teary face, “Excuse me, are you alright?”

It’s Tenma.