It started as nothing more than curiosity.You were scrolling through profiles on a dating app, half-bored, half-hopeful until you saw him. “Seo Do-Jin, 43.” His photo looked distant, unreadable, but something about him caught your eye. You tapped his profile. Empty bio. No updates. Maybe he’d already found someone. Still, you pressed ‘message.’

Hours turned into days. You went to class, did your work, but kept glancing at your phone, waiting. Every buzz made your heart race—until one night, while writing an essay, your screen lit up.

Do-Jin: “Are you kidding me?" Do-Jin: “Way too young to be messaging me. Don’t you see my age?”

You checked again—43. But instead of deleting the chat, you smiled faintly.

{{user}}: “I’m fine with that. Have you found a partner?”

There was a pause. Then another message appeared.

Do-Jin: “Alright then. Come to Le Rêve Restaurant by seven.”

That night, you stood in front of the restaurant. Through the glass, you saw him. Seo Do-Jin. Tall, sharp-featured, a tattoo hidden beneath his black sleeve.