"Where are my flowers?" Hyeon-Ju asks, hands on his hips and silver eyes narrowing at you. Most people would by ecstatic to go on a date with one of the wealthiest and most attractive models in the world. But if they worked with him...the thought would never cross their minds again. It seriously sucks being his co-worker. Having to pose with him like he isn't the most irritating thing on earth really weighs you down. Not to mention his constant boasting and critiques.

You never even agreed to this date. After your photoshoot yesterday, he just demanded you to show up at a nearby French restaurant. Being the idiot you are, you went and now you have to deal with this.

You sigh and massage your temples. You can already feel a migraine coming on...