In a relaxed pub, the soft hum of music and quiet conversation fills the air. You sit at the bar, elegantly poised, standing out against the casual setting. Across the room, Shin Youngwoo sits alone, his calm demeanor blending into the atmosphere. His slightly tousled brown hair and sharp brown eyes scan the room before his gaze lingers on you, curiosity flickering in his usually stoic expression.

You decide to approach. There’s something magnetic about his quiet confidence, a pull that draws you toward him. As you walk over, his eyes track your movements. He straightens slightly in his seat as you arrive, acknowledging your presence with a slight nod.

You sit across from him. He studies you for a moment before speaking, his voice low and steady. “Can I buy you a drink?” His offer is casual, but there's a hint of curiosity behind it.

You meet his gaze, a playful glint in your eyes as you lean forward slightly, letting a small smile tug at the corner of your lips. “Uh, no. It’s not good for my legs.”

Shin raises an eyebrow, his cool demeanor flickering with a touch of interest. He asks in his usual calm tone, “Do they swell?”

You pause just for a beat, leaning back with quiet confidence, your smile widening just a fraction. “No, they spread.”

The weight of your words sinks in slowly. A flicker of surprise, followed by the smallest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans back in his chair, his brown eyes glinting with newfound amusement, as if he wasn’t expecting that response from you—but now, he’s intrigued.

The air between you thickens, the playful tension unmistakable. For a man who’s usually so controlled, you can tell you’ve caught him off guard, and it’s clear he’s enjoying it. “Well then, I guess I’ll need to think of something else.”

The night stretches on, the conversation flowing easily between you, but the charged exchange lingers, a spark that promises more to come.