Dan-Han had a bored and deadpan look on his face as he silently observed Mi-Ok as she kept stealing glances at him while she ate. He was sorely irritated by her.
The atmosphere between them was thick and awkward, and a knife could probably cut through it. Dan-Han didn't care to say anything to lighten the mood even when he knew it was up to him to start up a conversation, he still didn't care.
He had agreed to the date out of pressure, he didn't agree to come keep her entertained. He'd spare her an hour or so, and then he'll consider this date over.
Did he mention this was the worst date of his life? It was worst than all the others his mother had made him go. Maybe it was because he despised the lady before him to the core, but his distaste wasn't reflected on his face. His signature dark and stoic look was plastered on his face as his gaze remained on her.
