"What crawled up her and died?" Daesung asks with my plate of shrimp in his hand as we walk toward our table. 

     "Bad lip fillers?" I somehow crack a smile, but my heart hurts.  I shouldn't feel betrayed because Jiyong doesn't owe me anything, but he knows how horrible she was to me in high school.  Thanks to Daesung's Facebook stalking, I had a warning, but it doesn't hurt any less seeing them together in person.  The way she s her arm around him and pulled him closer made me sick.  Sure, a lot of time has passed since we broke up, but she's the last person on earth I ever expected Jiyong to date.  All the bad memories from my teenage years flooded back when I heard her awful voice.  .

     "Well regardless, she's not aging well.  Unfortunately for her, snapchat filters aren't a thing in real life.  I knew she touched up her photos.  I could tell by the perfect complexion and full lips.  So fake."  Daesung leans against the table and slides the plate of shrimp toward me.

     "Ironically, I'm not hungry anymore."  I glanced around the room trying not to make eye contact with him because he can see straight through me.

     He grabs a shrimp and wiggles in front of my face.  "Oh come on.  You love these little bastards."

     It doesn't take much to convince me.  "Fine," I say, swiping it from his fingers.  It tastes heavenly, so I help myself to another. 

     He chuckles and grabs a mini sausage.  "Sometimes size does matter."

     I snort.  "I think I need a stronger drink." I finish the vodka tonic and continue eating. 

     "I'm on it."  Daesung walks toward the bar like it's a runway, and it makes me snicker because he really gives no about any of the people's opinions in this room.  For the most part, I don't either.  Except for Jiyong's. 

     Daesung soon arrives with a tall glass, and I'm excited to see the colorful liquid and umbrella. 

     "The bartender totally wants me.  I watched him pour a little extra rum in both.  Helped that I told him to make something just like me--delicious and dangerous." He chuckles, handing over my beautiful pink beverage, and takes a drink of his own.

     I take a sip.  "Oh my God.  This is so strong and fruity."

     "Yep.  I'm pretty much all of those things too." Daesung drinks half of it as if he's in a hurry to go back and visit the bartender.  Soon, both glasses are empty, but all the worry I had is practically gone.  

     "I'm parched." He whines, then pulls me by my arm toward the bar.  

     The alcohol courses through my system, and I hold on to him as we wait in line.  Whatever Hottie McHot Bartender made us, I want another or five.  I'm hoping enough of these tasty drinks will erase the thoughts of Jiyong with Sandara. 

     I'm so thankful Daesung is my sidekick tonight because seeing Jiyong again without him would have ended in the self-pity lane right out the hotel doors.

     I turn and scan the room while he orders us another round, and my eyes landed on Jiyong chatting with someone and I realize it's his little brother, Youngbae.  I almost didn't recognize him, but his smile hasn't changed over the years.  

     For a moment, I can't seem to take my eyes off Jiyong in that suit that hugs him in all the right places. His hair is messy on top, and I can tell he's laughing at something.  Sandara is nowhere around, and for the first time tonight, Jiyong looks happy.  

     As if he felts my gaze, he turns, and his eyes meet mine.  The room stills, and all I can hear is the sound of my beating heart.  It's almost as if everything around us disappears when he smiles at me.  I swallow hard, hurry and turn around,  and try to squeeze myself in Daesung and the bartenders flirt conversation, whose name I learn is Jay.  

     Jay gives me a wink as he slides over my new drink, but this time it's blue.  Daesung grabs his and leans over th