“Or should I remind you, hmm?”

He whispered with his low husky voice. Just like that night. I cleared my throat and put on a polite smile. “Yes, I’m Korean. But, do I know you?” I asked him. It was a stupid move and I regretted it instantly. How could we meet here? It was a small café near my apartment. What a small world.

Suga chuckled; a smile replaced his annoying y smirk. “Don’t pretend that you don’t know me. I know you remember.” He leaned his back to the chair and crossed his pale arms in front of his chest. His penetrating gaze was too much for me to handle. Should I just give up? Well, there’s no use in pretending too.

I let out a sigh and bit my lips in nervousness. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.” I finally admitted. “I didn’t expect that we’re gonna meet again or that you’ll remember me.”

Suga raised one of his eyebrows. “Well, it’s hard not to remember you. You’re the first girl who ran away from me in the morning.”

A deep blush crept to my face. I looked away in embarrassment. Suga leaned his body again on the table. “Was I not good enough for you?” He asked in a low, cute voice.