“What’s going on?” I asked and Mr. Cha looked at his three sons who sat across from me. He nodded.

            All together they pulled out little black boxes and placed them in front of me. My heart stopped, my face felt cold, and I couldn’t swallow. I looked at all of them who all looked back at me.

            The fire in Ho Seok’s dark eyes was enchanting and made me feel warm, as if being chased by a tiger, NamJoon’s eyes charming but masculine as if looking at a lion, and Tae’s eyes, deeper than the ocean, but a very calm sea.

            “Who do you choose, Ms. Haul?”