[CONTENTID1] My Exception [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] 28 [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]

Korean Restaurant GAON, Apgujeong, Gangnam – Seoul.

Your kind-of standard waterfront seafood restaurant. Dara sits across from Chanyeol, nice looking, if a bit conservative.

“So, Kris told me you work in finance.” Dara said to break the ice.

“Yes. Yes, I do. Finance.” And another long pause.

“This is nice.” Dara starts the conversation again.

“It is.”

“A nice evening. And you planned it. And called me when you said you would. And showed up on time. Thank you, Chanyeol.” Dara thanked him sincerely, or at least trying to.

“You're very welcome.” Another awkward long silence and Dara tried her best not to let out a sigh, she let out a smile instead.

Kris’s apartment, night.

Kris now seems pretty agitated. He's shirtless, his hair's a disaster. He's holding his phone handset. Staring at it. He can't stop himself. He dials. Still, another voicemail.

“Hey it's Dara. You've reached my cell. I'm either having a very good time or in a meeting - either way just leave a message and –”

Kris hangs up and groaned. He stands there for a second, thinking. Then he runs into his bedroom like a madman.

Dara’s apartment hallway, late night.

Dara and Chanyeol stand awkwardly outside her door, “It was nice meeting you, Chanyeol.”

“Thank you so much for a lovely evening, Dara.”

“You too.”

Chanyeol reaches out for an ill-timed hug. It's awkward.

“Goodnight.” Dara said as she closed the door after bid Chanyeol goodbye. She comes inside, drops her stuff and sits on the couch. Then, a knock on the door. Dara reluctantly