a stranger, a drink, a proposition.
Minjeong never thought she’d make it to thirty-seven still unmarried, still without children. Yet here she was, halfway through her second cosmo of the night, with no sign of her date.
Was she particularly excited about tonight? Not really. But once you reached a certain age, life rarely worked out the way you once imagined it would. First choices became compromises. Expectations softened into acceptance.
The door swings open, and for the briefest moment, Minjeong allowed herself to hope the night wouldn’t be a complete waste after all.
A young man strides into the bar, sun-kissed skin glowing beneath the dim lights, dark hair slightly messy in a way that feels effortless rather than careless. The top button of his shirt hangs undone, revealing just enough to draw attention without seeming intentional.
But the most alluring thing about him isn’t his appearance.
It’s the confidence.
The kind that shifts the atmosphere the second someone walks into a room. The kind that pulls eyes toward him without him even trying. Even the woman seated across the room - clearly in the middle of a date - can’t help but stare.
Minjeong can’t blame her.
Her own gaze lingers far longer than it should, especially when he leans against the bar, sleeves pulling tight around toned forearms as he orders a drink.
And then he catches her staring.
A slow smirk spreads across his lips, one eyebrow lifting as his gaze drifts over her in open appreciation.
Minjeong’s lips twitch - enough to acknowledge that yes, she’d been caught staring, but not enough to invite anything further. Her expression remains cool, detached, the kind meant to discourage conversation before it can even begin.
‘‘Scotch, neat.’’ The young man’s thumb points in Minjeong’s direction. ‘‘And another cosmo for the lady.’’
Minjeong blinks once, caught off guard.
She then takes the time to fully take in his appearance, watching him over the rim of her half-empty glass.
Up close, he looks even younger than she first thought. Mid twenties, at most. The kind of age where people still believed life would unfold exactly the way they planned it to.
Too young.
“Careful,” Minjeong says dryly as the fresh drink is set in front of her. “Women my age are dangerous.”
The corner of his mouth twitches upward.
“Well, it’s a good thing I like dangerous things.”
She should shut this down immediately.
A sensible woman would. A sensible woman wouldn’t entertain flirtation from a man who probably still got carded at convenience stores. A sensible woman definitely wouldn’t notice the way the golden cross around his neck catches beneath the low bar lights when he lifts his glass to his lips.
Oblivious to Minjeong’s inner monologue, the man pulls out his card to open a tab for both of their drinks.
Minjeong watches him with narrowed eyes as he slides the wallet back into his pocket like spending money on strangers is second nature to him.
It probably is.
Men who looked like him tended to move through life easily. Doors opened for them. People smiled too quickly at their jokes. Bartenders poured heavier drinks.
“You do this often?” she asks, voice smooth as she lifts the fresh cosmo to her lips. “Buy drinks for women old enough to know better?”
The young man chuckles softly, leaning one elbow against the bar as he locks eyes with her.
“Only the pretty ones.”
Minjeong snorts into her drink.
“Ugh. Does that line ever actually work?”
“You’re still talking to me, so I’d say so.”
Minjeong lifts the glass to her lips, an attempt to conceal the fact that she was actually smiling. Maybe even finding him charming.
But her attempts at discouraging him fall flat. She can tell he understands the effect he’s having on her by the way his expression shifts into one of satisfaction, like he’d just won something.
God. Arrogant.
“You’re very confident for someone whose frontal lobe only finished developing five minutes ago.”
He laughs properly at that, low and warm, head tipping back slightly. The sound catches her off guard more than the flirting had.
In Minjeong’s experience, most attractive men knew they were attractive, but there was usually something rehearsed about them. Too polished. Too aware of the effect they had on people.
He felt different somehow.
“You always insult men who buy you drinks?” he asks.
“No,” Minjeong replies smoothly. “Only the ones who deserve it.”
His grin widens.
“So I deserved it?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
She expects him to look offended. Or maybe smug. Men like him usually leaned one way or the other. Instead, he laughs again - softer this time, like he genuinely enjoys being challenged.
“You know,” he says, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “most people would just say thank you.”
“And deprive myself of this thrilling conversation?”
“Ah,” he murmurs knowingly. “So you admit you’re enjoying yourself.”
Minjeong exhales through her nose, rolling her eyes.
‘‘You should finish your drink while it’s fresh. Tastes better that way,’’ he says, still staring.
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