Dohee places her pen neatly on the top of her notebook, an orderly array of lines and colors. Of course Dohee's notes are so perfect most students would pay her to get their hands on them. Of course they are color coded and contain a table of content at the beginning. She smirks proudly. She is a perfectionist and can do anything she puts her mind to.

She gets up, her black skirt falling perfectly to the middle of her thighs, brushing the top of her stockings. Her dress is a-line and it perfectly highlights her petite frame and her pale skin. She steps to the counter graceful and confident like she is on a catwalk, her black kitten heels making soft clicks on the hardwood floor of the café. She does not even need to wait for someone to notice her presence it is effortlessly acknowledged by everyone in the room.

Most of the other customers are students of konkuk university and while most of them have heard of her, none has dared say anything to her face. That does not stop them from whispering to each others.

She orders her coffee. The barista, a slightly younger male doesn't seem to know where to look and quickly makes her pay and proceeds to brewing her order. Dohee leans back on the counter, head tilted and examining her nails. Her foot is slightly tapping on the floor and she blows a strand of hair away from her face. She will need to make an appointment with her hairdresser to fix this, but only after she is done with her exams in two weeks.

The barista hands her a smoking cup and she gives a slight bow to thank him. Like a dream, she floats back to her seat and goes back to work, taking the occasional sip of the hot beverage and enjoying the warm feeling diffuse through her body. This is happiness, she thinks.

A few minutes later, a man she does not know approaches her table and waits for her to notice him. Most girls would. He is good looking and appears relatively stylish and confident. Dohee just keeps taking notes, a beautiful a clear calligraphy, not noticing the man or maybe not caring.

He coughs trying to get her attention. She lifts her head and stares at him, her eyes like two black stars, making him feel strangely small and bare. He shrugs the feeling off. "Hey, I saw you looking at me, is there anything I can do for you?"

"You just look like someone I know, that's all," she lies between her teeth, unwilling to admit she does not know who this person is and was therefore not staring at him at all. Or perhaps she just doesn't care enough to get into a pointless argument.

"Maybe I could take you out to get a drink sometime?" He gives a charming smile that could melt any girl's heart. Any other girl maybe. And Dohee snorts, a mix of disdain and laugh. "You could never be something I want."

He is taken aback and slams his hands on the table. dohee remains unimpressed. "You're a ," he tells her angrily.

Dohee raises a inquiring brow, her way of questioning his statement. She does not understand why this man ever expected her to be nice to him. SHe does not owe him anything and he is the one that came to talk to her out of the blue. "I'm just realistic," she says, turning her eyes back to her notes.