You leaned your cheek on your palm, watching the guy's figure walk away. You just ended a date because, for him, you were too boring; you didn't want to answer the question of what color underwear you're wearing right now and whether you can pay the bill yourself. After finishing a glass of wine in one gulp, you called the waiter to order more alcohol, unable to cope with your feelings. A waiter approached you with a warm, sly smile.

"I'm at your service, lady."

You didn't know what affected you at that moment, loneliness, depression or wine, but you couldn't take your eyes off his face. His voice was sobering and intoxicating you at the same time, and the name "Minho" on his badge started just melting on your tongue.