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~Read Yourself To Me~

Kim Jongin is the name, makin' ladies fall in love with me is the game, but it's gotten so...  Boring.  Within a matter of minutes, I can look at a girl, figure out what type she is, and attract her.  It almost isn't a game anymore; it's practically as easy as breathing-- you don't think about it, but you do it all the time.

But sometimes I wonder...  

Does love really exist? 

I don't know, but what I do know is that this one girl has puzzled me.  She didn't try to flirt with me at all. 

"Wait, I didn't catch your name..."  I peeked into the aisle that she had escaped to.  She was about to leave the aisle before she turned to respond.

"You catch fish, not names."

A challenge?  Good.  Challenge accepted.