Plain white dress shortly above her knees.Flat shoes. Her hair just freely down. Clutching only her white purse. How can someone be so effortlessly beautiful? And yes, she strictly complied with the date requirement. The simplest she could ever be. They don’t want to be really recognized in public do they?

Damn.

Almost bare faced Tiffany.

Still goddess like gorgeous.

This isn’t what he expected to be honest. But she never fail to amuse him, as always

“You look even gorgeous with less make up Ms Hwang.” a deep voice greeted her. Her heart almost jumped out in surprise. And instantly her eyes rolled at the sight of the man leaning outside her door. Handsome, wait no. She shook her head.  

“How on earth..Who told you? Wait..I thought were meeting at the—“

“I’m not Choi Siwon for nothing. I can get your infos in a blink of an eye. Nice place.” He commented hands still on his chest.

“Spoiled brat.”

“What??”

“Don’t tell me youre the new member of my creepy stalkers??” His scent is filling her nose. Damn. She could bury her face on his manly scent for a day. Good thing she was able to compose herself not to stupidly inhale from his chest. Which is gonna be the downfall of hers. So, no to smelling Choi Siwon.

Why do you need to wear pink?? Damn. You’re seducing me aren’t you? Sesssh. She cursed in her mind.

Oh well in case you’ve forgotten you told him yourself that he looks good in pink. Can’t blame him for listening attentively though.

As soon as the menu was handed to them. Tiffany started pointing to every food she find mouth watering. It keep Siwon from keeping his mind in awe. Maybe it even made the waiter’s hand numb a little.

“So you eat this much huh?” he chuckled seeing the number of plates being served simultaneously being served on their table.

He ignited the conversation asking what she does in Paris, how her life was back in London, does she still keep in touch with her friends in LA, well just merely everything about her. He almost didn’t expect but was beyond satisfied that somehow Tiffany is answering every question he throws from the box.

And surprisingly for her, she talk too much with this spoiled brat. Her spoiled  brat.Well its better to not leave anything he wants to know about so that he wont be bugging her again. Curiosity kills the cat after all.

He was unconsciously smiling as he watches her story tell. But what he didn’t fail to notice is that he’s the only one touching the pizza, the pasta, the potatoes, the steak. The food to be exact. The green things Tiffany is having isn’t food to him. It’s leaves.

“Don’t you like the food? I thought you miss American food just now.”

“What?

“You ordered everything, but I’m the only one eating here.” He comments at the amount of food still enough to feed atleast another three growling tummies.

For a moment she wondered how on earth does this man have those rock-hard six packs when he’s eating junk foods. Too much carbs she thought. She blushed remembering that day when she got to touch his hardwork.

Her eyebrows moved up while she chews carefully. “I’m eating too.” She smiles biting the fork she just shoved inside .

“Yeah. Eating grass.” He said.

“What?Did you just call me a goat!?”

“You said that yourself not me. And by the way not only goats eat grass you know.” He paused. “Pigs eat them too.” He smiles at himself watching how her expression change to an unreadable one

“Did you just call me fat!??”

“No.No. I was just kidding. Please don’t misunderstand. Its—“ he defensively denied.

“Pfffft. Haha. You should’ve seen your face Mr Choi.”

She laughed. She was happy. For a moment she forgot that this man she’s laughing with is the same man she dislike the most.

“I know I’m not. I have a mirror. And I’m not just your average girl who freaks out when someone mentions her being fat. I know what I eat, and I have my weighing scale at my doorstep.” The number one on her to do list every waking day is to step on that digital scale before heading to brush her teeth, and also the last thing she steps into before she surrender to her bed.

Not bad for a first date she thought. Wait..whats with the ‘first’ thingy? Does this means she anticipates for the second? She erased those thoughts, there will never be a next one----th