Hyun paused, his lips parting as if to protest, but then he gave me a small nod. "Thanks . . . really. I owe you one."
Good. First Impression success!
I smiled, slipping my phone back into my pocket. "No worries. Maybe one day, you can return the favor."
Who didn't love fashion? It was every woman's secret obsession, an endless pursuit of beauty and identity.
And while this guy might've been dressed in shabby clothes, his mind was a treasure trove of fashion brilliance.
His rise to fame had been quick—just a few well-timed posts of his designs on social media had ignited a wildfire of attention.
It wasn't hard to see where this was going. If he was destined for greatness, establishing a connection with him right now would be a stroke of genius.
