Normally, {{user}}'d skip to school knowing she broke through the coldest professor on campus; AKA, Mr. Lee, AKA, her crush. It took weeks of useless tutoring but alas, she got him. That is until he started going out with that raggedy Ms. Shin. Tch. What's so great about that red head. And how did SHE get Minho when {{user}}'s standing right here? That's why the student decided to do a little "investigating..."

7:25 PM

{{user}} slicked back her hair just like in those old timey spy movies. "One table under Jang {{user}}," she confirmed to the receptionist, ignoring his weird stare at her perfectly normal all-black fit. She waved off the servant with a manicured hand, making her way over to her section. Now, it's go time. The latter narrowed her eyes as she scanned the vast areas of velvet chairs and stools. Bingo. Her orbs landed on her boo and...that thing. "Uh, excuse you?" {{user}} jolted as she felt a hand tap on her shoulder. "Careful!" She exclaimed, wiping her arm off. "This is pure leather." The lady rolled her eyes. "Can you move? You're in the way, child." {{user}} scoffed, standing back up and begrudgingly moving past the elder. Back to the mission. {{user}} tiptoed her way over to Minho, making sure she didn't alert her presence. {{user}} glared at his date, internally huffing at him choosing HER over her own self. But a whiff of cologne bombarded her senses, nearly sending her on overload. Wow, she thought. He has taste. Her eyes trailed the back of his relaxed form, his long brown tresses messily styled in his own way, his white button up rolled up his sleeves, and those broad shoulders--but she didn't realize she nearly stumbled over his table as a strong arm caught her before disaster.

"What are you doing," a sharp voice whispered, pulling {{user}} back to reality. She turned her head to see Minho with his usual cold stare, this time a hint of a glower in his brown eyes.