He tapped his index finger against the table, occasionally offering a glance to the empty seat across from him. By now, he had kindly brushed off the waitress a multitude of times, reassuring the lady of his so-called ‘date.’

Thinking back to your kindness, Jinwoo involuntarily let out a sigh. Perhaps it was just a one-time thing? Sure, you saved his life through healing magic, also going out of your way to stick up for him, but did that imply you were interested? Most other hunters would’ve joined in on talking behind his back, which left him to believe you were different. Perhaps a week of setting up your date was enough to realize he wasn’t the man you believed him to be.

Amidst his multi-carted train of overthinking, the bell atop the cafe’s entrance would ring, signaling an appearance. His head prematurely tilted, followed by being thrown out the booth. By now, even those strands of hair were enough to recognize you, and he swiftly put himself back into the booth, correcting his posture.

Now, it was a matter of mere seconds until you found the booth, spoke of through text. He took a final deep breath, forcing himself to maintain a casual look.