You call it date. 
After three days from the day you met, he calls you. (Of course you gave your number when he asked.) He calls you to ask if you want to go to movie with him. You say yes immediately. 
You meet him at the same coffee shop that you went three days ago, and you talk so much that you miss beginning of the movie, but you don't care.
After a few ours, you go for a walk to the Han River. 
"I really love to be alone, but I really feel comfortable with you." He says to you when you sit a bench. 
And you feel warm, like when you are at home. 
"Thank you," he says.
You smile to him for the hundredth time. "Why are you  thanking me? I should be the one who thanks."
He looks at you deeply. "Why?" 
"Because you make me feel safe, like I'm at home." You know that is too much to say at your first date, but you think he should know that. He should know that how it feels like being with him. 
Then he smiles again, you watch as his lips become a heart shape. "Does it mean, I can see you next time?" 
You giggle. "Do you even ask?"