“Why am I on a blind date anyway? I’m too young to get married.” Beomgyu complained as he spotted someone sitting down reading a magazine. “Is that him?” He said to himself as he sat down, eyeing him.

“Hello,” Beomgyu said but was greeted with silence. “Nice manners you have there,” He said coldly as he glanced at the tender cross tattoo on his hand. “Say something!” He rolled his eyes as he sighed heavily. “I’ll just have to deal with this for now.” He muttered to himself.