"I have a reservation," I smiled at the receptionist. "Jung Eunji "

"This way please," the receptionist ushered me to a private area. My brows raised when I spotted a familiar person. 'What a coincidence that the jerk is..." I stared at him. The receptionist pulled the chair infront of him and Jiyong himself got up to acknowledge me. "You're the client?" I asked without even sitting down.

"In flesh," he sat down.

I nod at the receptionist and she left. "I don't mean to be rude here but why are we here?" I asked without sitting down. My hands were still on the chair.

"Uhm... I wanted to ..uhm.. Apologize." He stammered.

'apologize my .' I cursed him in my head. "Apologize? If I remember it correctly, you were mad as hell and was ready to strangle me yesterday. Did you by chance ate something last night?"

"That, I'm really sorry for my attitude last night." his voice was apologetic.

"What difference does it make for your apology," I sat down and rested my  hands on table.

"Miss Jung,,"

"Yes, Mr. Kwon," I am so loving this. Annoying him is just so epic.

"Why don't we order and talk about it over dinner," he changed the topic. He handed me the menu book.

I smirked and stole a look at him. The menu was in Japanese. I can communicate in Japanese but I can't read Kanji. His brows were drawn towards each other. I raised my hand to call the servers attention. Jiyong just stared at me.

"You're ready?"  He looked at me in disbelief.

"Are you? I can't read Kanji and I don't want to experiment this time. I need English menu idiot" I laughed at the back of my head. Who could think I'll be bullying Korea's super talented idol Kwon Jiyong.

"Sorry, I didn't think about that."

"Do you have English menu?" I asked the server. He left and came back with English menu book. "Thank you very much," I made a slight bow. I skimmed through the menu and settled on a steak. Let me  drain Mr. Gdragon's wallet for once.

"Ready to order?" He asked. I nodded and he called our server and placed our order.

"So tell me again what's with the apology thing?" I asked as soon as the server left.

"Well, you know how perfectionist I am and.."

I cut him. "I didn't know. How would I know?" I lied. Of course who  doesn't know how perfectionist this guy is. I saw his face changed. He probably didn't expect my answer. "Oh, by the way, I hope my hair won't get pulled away after I step out from this restaurant. And yes, I know who you are. Don't ask me that again,"

His face turned dark. "We're in private don't worry." he assured.

"Good. Because I'd be dammed if I get caught with you."

"Oh. What exactly happened?" he changed the topic.

I picked up the napkin and played with it. "Someone must have hated  you to pieces to the extent to do that to you. It was done by a pro. The cut was very clean and was bad. It was impossible to fix it.  Anyone could cancel the event without any question."

"How.."

"Because you were stressing of who you were yesterday. What my team did was very dangerous. One mistake could have blown the whole dome."

Jiyong covered his mouth. "You're not joking are you?"

My face was still straight. "What we did wasn't a joke. We, well, you risked thousands of lives."

"Why didn't you insist to cancel the concert if that was the case?"

"I want to impress you," I watch his reaction. As expected of this narcissistic and egoistic dragon, a smile crept from his mouth. "I'm kidding. When you agreed to signed the waiver, I thought it's a perfect to conduct the experiment. It's shooting 2 birds with one arrow,"

Jiyong got up but sat down again "You experimented on the situation?" It was a whisper but he was mad.

"What's wrong with that? We're even."

"What's wrong with that? It could have killed thousands of lives if that blew up,"

"You should have thought about that when you were ing of pushing  the concert." I shot back.

Jiyong caught himself. "!" He cursed softly. "Who could have done that.."

"Whoever he is. He hates you or your group. It's not easy to access the dome."

"I really want to apologize," his voce went down.

"Damage's done. And it made me curious why is the great Kwon Jiyong apologizing to a mere electrician," I chuckled.

"I was rude last night and what you did was remarkable,"

"I’m glad you recognized it." I said nonchalantly.

The server poured us some wine and informed that our food will be ready in few minutes.

"Cheers," Jiyong raised his glass.

I raised brows. For what? But I raised my glass as well and made a clink. "For your success"

"For our new friendship" he said.

My brows creased further. Friendship. You've got to be kidding me. Me and him. Friends? No way. I didn’t comment on that.

He insisted on driving me back to my apartment. I let him.

"Thanks for the night. Hope to meet you again and please do call me when you're back in Korea." He took my phone with out permission and I assume he input his number.

"Thanks and have a good night" I got off the car and walked to my apartment.