Hannah's POV
It had been a week since I'd returned to New York, and being the woman I was, I decided to pay my outstanding debt to Hwan.
Smoothing down my red bodycon dress, I walked into Le Bernadine – a very expensive French restaurant. Clearly, Hwan was taking this date very seriously if the location was anything to go by.
After confirming my reservation with the receptionist, I strutted over to my table where Hwan was already waiting, my metallic sandal heels clicking against the floor.
I smiled when I reached him, matching the expression on his face. Getting up to greet me, we shared a small hug and I used the opportunity to check him out.
He was wearing a dark blue blazer with a white turtleneck and navy pants. He finished the look off with black loafers and cute round glasses.
I was impressed.
"You look beautiful, Hannah."
"I could say the same about you, Hwan. Love your shoes, by the way."
