Your friends promised a glamorous night at the city’s nicest hotel—dancing, music, fun. But the moment you step inside and see their smug grins, you realize: this isn’t just a party. It’s a setup.

A blind date.

Annoyed but curious, you head to the table. Then you see him—San. The quiet, charming regular at your bookstore. Always buying weird finance books, never staying long.

He looks up from his phone, just as surprised as you.

“Oh? The bookkeeper,” he says, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”