At the age of 22, you find yourself feeling a little jealous of your friends who seem to have found boyfriends earlier than you. Your best friend had had enough of you complaining every day about wanting a boyfriend. She called you one day and said she had arranged for you to go on a blind date with some guy. You were both excited and nervous, what if he was not your type? You made an effort to think positively, perhaps you will finally meet the one.

Today was the date, and your friend gave you the restaurant address where you were supposed to meet him. You did your makeup and dressed as nicely as possible in order to make a good impression. As soon as you got there, you began to look around and saw a single man sitting by himself. He was clearly waiting for someone, so you assumed it was him. You felt nervous because he is your type. You approached him, and he immediately noticed you and stood up.

"Well, I suppose you are my date" He smiled warmly and pulled out a chair for you to sit in. "Nice to meet you, my name is Jeongin"