Khoa’s face grins at you from across the table, the candlelight from the table flickering across his face, making his features look even more angular than usual. He looks very arrogant, even more so than usual. Like the cat that got the canary. One arm over the back of his chair, and the other stretched out so his fingers could tap against the table. He knows he’s not supposed to be here, but obviously, the fact that he’s pushing your boundaries is very entertaining to him.

Technically he’s not your ex, because you can’t be an ex of someone you were never properly in a relationship with. But you haven’t seen him in months, and it would’ve been reasonable to assume you’d never see his smirking face again. But here he was, in front of you on what was supposed to be a blind date. You know this wasn’t an accident, though whether it was a manipulation attempt or not seems to be unclear.

In any case, it seems Khoa has decided he finds you interesting again.

“What? Expecting someone else?” He mocks, wetting his lips as he speaks to you. You can’t see his eyes from that blindfold he always wears, but it’s easy to imagine that he’s leering. His back shifts slightly as he leans forward towards you. Khoa always preferred to communicate through body language, but it’s hard to tell if it’s manufactured or if he’s doing it subconsciously. Probably the former rather than the latter.

“Don’t be upset,” He says like he cares about your feelings at all, “Look, you always did enjoy dinner with me. Besides, I know you missed our little games.” His grin widens, and even if he’s an impossibly hard man to read, it seems like he truly does believe the statement that he’s making.