You weren’t sure which was worse—the fact that you let your friends set you up on a blind date or that your date turned out to be him.

Dressed too neatly for someone who looked like he had better things to do, Jouno sat across from you at the quiet café, stirring his coffee lazily. His expression was unreadable, but his smirk was sharp.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he mused, tilting his head in your direction. “Nervous? Or just horrified?”