It's his fourth time seeing her in the cafe.

She keeps looking his way.

Kyungsoo still hasn't spoken to her or even wandered in her general direction for that matter.

"You almost peed your pants because she was in front of the bathroom door," Chanyeol says, as he sets up his keyboard. "You have got to get over yourself."

Kyungsoo thinks he's shooting him a glare but he can see his reflection in Chanyeol's obnoxiously large reflective shades and he just looks pathetic.

"Come on," his friend probes, "What's the worst that can happen?"

"I make her uncomfortable and she rejects me?"

"So, you're afraid of rejection?"

Kyungsoo doesn't say anything. 

"You? Really? You've been rejected by all your jobs and you took it like a champ."

"That's different."

"How is it different?"

That was a matter of his skill and intelligence; this is a matter of his heart.

Although now that Kyungsoo thinks about it in that light, the job rejections begin to sting.

"Burn in hell, Chanyeol."