Sitting at a bar alone felt like a cry for help. You played with your empty glass and held your head up with your palm. You stared at the guy across the bar whom you kept making eye contact with, his smirk evident.

A sigh escaped your lips until a waitress came over to you and handed you a full glass. Before she could speak, the man you were staring at earlier appeared out of nowhere and sat down in the booth with you.

“Seemed like you could use a drink” he grinned. “I’m Choi Yeonjun.”