When Hajin first heard it, he thought the girl was jesting. Perhaps it was a prank to get back at him for all the wins he pulled back in the arcade.
He would have laughed if it weren't for the little tremble behind the quiet voice.
Hajin turned around instantly, as if facing a fever dream. And what a dream it was when he laid his eyes on the blossoming spread on those fair cheeks, and the nervous flutter of the black eyelashes. She was biting her lips, not from distress but from embarrassment.
Five seconds he spent staring blankly; and another ten seconds questioning everything in his mind. No further than that, however, because he was afraid the invitation would evaporate soon.
