“Driver, follow her!” He exclaimed, pointed at the girl and ducked away.

The girl he was following had a cute black dress on and had her hair tucked into a nice ponytail. Her make-up was simple, but it made her look breath-taking. She was walking alone and he had no idea whereto, but he knew she was ‘busy’.

“What am I doing? It’s Saturday, I could be doing whatever the hell I want and instead I’m following a girl.” He complained to himself.

“Sir, did you say something?” The driver asked.

“No, no, just follow her! Don’t let her notice us!” He ducked away even further.

“Sir, the windows are tinted, she can’t see you.” The driver thought it was stupid that his master was ducking away like an idiot, but of course he couldn’t explain it to him in those words or else he would be fired.

“Sssh, she might hear us!” He said to his driver.

The driver rolled his eyes and continued driving really slowly and following the girl. This stalkerish behaviour was making Himchan very nervous, he had never done this before. Well, once, but that was different.

“I knew it!” He screamed and startled the driver.

“Sir, please don’t scare me like that. I almost killed a cat.” The driver said and continued.

“I knew she wasn’t busy, who is busy on a Saturday, no one.” Himchan readjusted his black glasses. ‘I’m busy on a Saturday’, the driver thought.

Himchan was following her with his hawk-eyes, he was still ducked away though. He felt rejected when she had sent him that text that she was busy. He was so angry, no one had ever rejected him, and they always made time for him, always. He had been sulking for two days already and irrelevant ideas had occupied his mind. Things like: she doesn’t like me, why?; she’s playing hard to get, I know it!; she’s ignoring me, that little b-

“Sir, she stopped.” The driver announced and Himchan sat up.

“Where? Where is she?” He asked trying to locate her.

“She just entered there.” The driver pointed at the door.

“A coffee shop?” He asked puzzled.

“I think so sir.” The driver said.

“Do you want to drink something?” Himchan asked his driver.

“Sir?” The driver asked confused.

“I’m going to get us some drinks, this mission may take a while.” Himchan said, never taking his eyes of the shop.

“Thank you sir, just give me whatever you like.” The driver said and Himchan got out.

He had his disguise on: a cap, black glasses and regular clothing he used sometimes in emergencies. He got out of the car and entered the shop behind her, she never saw him in the shop. H