"So, what's with your things Mr. Mu?" He brought his wine glass to his lips and took a sip, never taking his eyes off me.
"My things?" he simply asked.
A small smile escaped my lips.
"Yes, your things," I nod at him.
"What's to tell, I'm a twenty nine year old CEO, I have more money than I will ever need and I do not do relationships. So I usually get everything I want, and I do whatever I want." I sat there staring at him the entire time he boasted about himself.
"Now, that we got that out of the way, what's your thing Miss Ru?"
"I don't have things Mr. Mu. I'm twenty-two years old and I moved here with my boyfriend a little over a year ago. And I work part-time at a small art company as I paint pictures, and I volunteer at the soup kitchen."
He sat and pondered whether or not he wanted to ask me the next question.
"How will your boyfriend think about you having dinner with me?"
"He won't as we are broken up now. He moved out almost a month," I looked down at the table.
