It should have been impossible for him to get better-looking, but he had. His jaw was sharper, his cheeks leaner. His mouth had seemed to curve to a permanent smirk. His distinctive, coal black eyes were more enthralling than ever. And his hair, oh, that lovely, fine dark hair that he used to keep tied back long ago was cut short, the perfect length to run her fingers through. Her hands tingled with the urge….

"Okay if I sit at the booth in the back?"

She caught herself before she could dry her palms again. "Sure. Go ahead and sit anywhere. Would you like something cool to drink while you're waiting?"

"Thanks. Iced tea would be great."

Iced tea? Jongin? "Uh, coming right up."

Rather than moving away, he tilted his head to study her. "Don't I know you?"