Getting over your recent breakup was difficult to say the least. On the night of, you went to a bar after telling him you didn't want to continue your relationship and were met with a kind man who you found attractive. Now you got his phone number after the events that night, but he never seemed to answer you. Apparently, it was going to be another fail of finding someone you loved, which sucked because he seemed like he was genuinely a good person.

Now you were stuck in your work room, sulking. You desperately needed to come up with something soon, or you'd fail. But how could you come up with anything when he was stuck on your mind. It was like it was impossible, like you were starstruck over a man you just met. Was he really that good?

However, you began to wonder if you should accept the offer your friend made you earlier in the day about a get together. Even though you said you wouldn't go as you had to work late, what did it matter. It would just be one night, then you could go back to the stupid project you spent the past few weeks doing. Besides, there was supposedly a junior who wanted to have drink with you. Maybe he'd be the one to respond to you.

Deciding to leave work, you began to head towards the place your friend told you it'd be at. Hopefully it wouldn't be a mistake going there, or you'd just waste a perfectly good day to brainstorm ideas. But as you got closer, you noticed a familiar looking figure also going to where you were going. Okay, coincidences happen not a big deal. This was an open restaurant, so maybe this man just had the same frame as someone you knew. No need to overthink.

Nevertheless, you two met, standing face to face with a foot or two of distance away. No way this was a coincidence anymore. It was him. The man you went out with at the bar. Minho. Standing there dumbfounded, you heard your friend say a remarkable thing.

"Wow, so glad you came! This is the junior who wanted to have a drink with you." Her arm went around your neck, as she took you inside.