The show was wonderful. The new line was bright and beautiful to match the bright feel of summer. Throughout the whole hour and thirty minuets I allowed myself to shut everything off and just think about fashion. I'd occasionally lean over to Sandara and make a comment about an outfit in particular that I thought looked good and she'd either nod or reply. 

   Seunghyun looked bored the entire show. He sat there and looked up at the models with a bored expression and occasionally checked the time on his watch. It was quite obvious he didn't want to be here. He probably came only to support his ex. That or stalk me more. I was surprised he hadn't tried to  put his arm around me or touch me in any way. His eyes actually seemed to flicker to someone else every now and then, Kwon Jiyong.

    Jiyong watched the entire fashion show with concentrated eyes. His eyes never left the runway. He seemed to stare at the models with that same cold indifferent stare that I've had dreams about. Occasionally his eyebrows would furrow and he'd sometimes smile a bit.

   At the end when Tiffany walked out she looked gorgeous. Her recently died red hair was up in a messy bun held togeather with pink chopsticks. Heavy red lipstick emphasized her lips. She wore a beige sleeve less dress that was cut to her thighs at the front but flowed to the ground at the back. She smiled brightly at the crowed, her eyes smiling too. Everyone stood up and clapped. Seunghyun stood up and clapped as well, happy the show was over. I couldn't help but to notice how Jiyong's eyes lit up as Tiffany came out onto the runway. Unlike the others around him that stood up and clapped, he just sat and starred at her. And I didn't like it one bit.

    I was now backstage along with other people Tiffany had personally invited. She smiled and talked to people while nodding and shaking hands. But I knew Tiffany, and I knew she couldn't wait to blow this joint and party.

   "Hey Soonkyu," Tiffany said when she noticed me. She walked over to where I stood and smiled. "So what did you think?"

    "Beautiful as always."

   "So you ready to go clubbing after this?"

   I nodded. Tiffany squealed before smiling and high fiving me. Sandara came over to give her sister a hug before she went to talk to other people. I was surprised Seunghyun wasn't here, but I was happy too. The last thing I needed was to have him anywhere near me. Though he seemed a bit mellow at the show he still scared me.

    I froze as I noticed Kwon Jiyong headed over to us. Just the way he walked turned the heads of everyone backstage. His eyes seemed to be on me the entire time. But as he got closer he quickly turned his attention to the beautiful Tiffany standing next to me.

   "Hello, I'm Kwon Jiyong," he said smoothly. Tiffany smiled and nodded.

    "Hi, I'm glad you came. I'm a huge fan," she said. Jiyong smiled a sideways smile that could only be taken as blunt cockiness. As much as I hated Seunghyun's cockiness, it was strangely y for Jiyong.

   "Thank you. And I guess now I'm a fan of you," he replied. Tiffany began to giggle like a fangirl beside me. As much as I loved Tiffany I hated the attention she was getting from Jiyong. But I stood there like the wimp I was and started fidgeting with the hem of my jacket.

    "I'm glad you enjoyed the show," Tiffany said. Jiyong only smiled and nodded in response. Smiling seemed weird for him. He usually smirked that sideways smirk of his. It had just now occurred to me that Jiyong was being fakely nice. Or maybe that's the way I wanted to think of it. 

   As Jiyong walked away Tiffany squealed and jumped up and down like a girl who had just gotten an autograph. 

   "I can't believe he came! I mean I invited him but I didn't think he'd come," Tiffany started rambling. "Kwon ing Jiyong came to my fashion show. ing win! The biggest designer in the world right now came to my fashion show."

   Yeah, that he did. 

   I walked into my office building that day feeling like . Tiffany and I had partied a little too hard last night. I walked right past Jessica's desk by my office door and slammed it behind me. My head pounded as the Seoul sun shone though the long glass wall behind my desk. I quickly plumped down in my chair and looked at my reflection on the reflection of my computer monitor screen. Yep, I looked like .

   Almost as soon as I my computer my work phone started to ring. I sighed and picked it up.

   "Lee Soonkyu what is it," I said. 

   "Hey its Krystal from the downstairs front desk. We have a gentlemen here that wants to see you," Krystal said in a unusually cheery voice. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. If it was Seunghyun, Krystal knew immediately to turn him away. So who the hell was she talking about?

   "Does this gentlemen have a name," I asked and began typing in my computer password. I heard Krystal ask in a smooth voice, "What is your name". The line went silent for a few seconds before Krystal finnaly answered.

   "He says his name is Kwon Jiyong."

     Well mother ing . Lord behold its the one person I didn't want to see me in this condition.

   ". Um, just send him up," I said before hanging up. What would Jiyong be doing here? We barley had any interaction sense the incident at Starbucks other than at Tiffany's fashion show, in witch he didn't even say hi to me. I was still wandering what he asked that man sitting next to him. Did he think Seunghyun and I we're a couple?

    Just then my office door opened. And in he walked. He looked as good as ever. I couldn't help but to notice his blue-ish purple hair. I could have sworn it was blonde just the night before. When did he dye it? After he left the fashion show? All of that aside I liked it. It suited him. 

   He smiled that sly sideways smile of his as he walked to one of the chairs in front of my desk. , I just wanted to throw myself at him. I was still a little upset that he didn't even greet me the night before. But I couldn't stay mad at him. Ugh, why did he do this to me?

   "Hi," I said simply. He was staring at me again. I tried to look as calm as I could as he sat down in the seat, his eyes not leaving mine.

    "You work here," he said. I was unsure of what he just said was a question or a statement. I decided it was a question.

    "Um, yeah. I do," I replied. He just smiled that sideways smirk or his. I'm still wandering how can this man be so calm and civil after what happened that day in Starbucks. I know for a fact he didn't 'forget' or anything. So was he just playing games? That would make absolute sense being that this is the same Kwon Jiyong I knew as a kid. The same Kwon Jiyong who did this all the time.

   "I'd like to take you out to lunch," he said simply, asking like a perfect gentleman. As much as I wanted to go, I couldn't.

   "I just started working. It 9 A.M.., lunch isn't until twelve," I explained, feeling a bit more confident in myself. I bet he expected me to jump up and down and scream 'yes' like the little pushover he thought I was. 

    If he was bothered or phased in anyway he sure didn't show it. His face just as plain and unreadable as it always was. 

   "I'd like to take you to brunch then. I'll be waiting for you downstairs," he said before standing up. I watched wordlessly as he walked opened my office door and walked out. That would make the third time Jiyong as walked away from me while I watched feeling like a flustered spazz. 

    Should I go? Or should I sit up here and leave him waiting? But, or course, I got the better of me. I stood up and grabbed my purse and headed for the elevator.