Love. It's unpredictable, you will never really get why it screws your life up or how it could ruin how you see people just because you were feeling it.

You were a perfectionist, you never really dated men you don't really approve of yourself. You had this high standard when it comes to men, they have to be tall, handsome, intelligent and rich. So, in a result, you ended up dating men that are almost the same; arrogant cheating bastards who does nothing but break your heart.

You just got used to it because you grew up rich and your parents would often set you up with this type of men.

"One americano, venti." You shortly said giving your card without giving any attention to the cashier.

"Your card is declined ma'am" the barista replied.

You sighed handling him cash instead, your parents might've done it again. Apparently, they made you go on a blind date again and since he was rude and he's not your type, you ditched him.

When you finished ordering you looked around to find a seat, you settled on the seat on the corner.

"Do you know the café's wifi password?" the guy in his hoodies asked you.

You scanned the asking guy in front of you, he was sure damn attractive but, he's not your type, he looked so easy going.

"No" you silently said while looking at your phone's photos. You thought about spending your time at the café until they asked for you again. You need a break and you just don't want to see your nagging mom yet.

"It's canigetyournumber" he said again, taking the seat in front of you.

"I'm on a plan, if you wanna connect, my password is imnotinterested" you replied rolling your eyes.

He laughed when he heard your reply, "I'm Ten" he introduced.

You didn't say anything back and he spoke again, "You are?"

Earning no response again, he started talking about his pet at home and you can already say that you know him a little.

He said he had a pet donkey named Hendry or Hendrey something, you weren't so sure.

You didn't realize that you weren't paying that much attention on your phone anymore. That you were silently listening to his stories.

"So, you're Anna?" he guessed.

"Elsa?" he guessed again; you rolled your eyes.

"Wow so you're Olaf?" he dramatically said.

You furrowed your brows in response so he guessed again, "Don't tell me your name is Shrek?" he said, jokingly covering his mouth in shock.

You tried your best to stifle your laugh when the barista called your name.

"Miss Y/n?" the barista called out. You sighed looking up to get your order.

"Soooo, y/n?" he teasingly said moving his brows up and down.

"Are you that bored?" you impatiently said.

"Yeah?" he giggled, "Finally! I was successful in getting you to talk to me"

"Leave me alone" you said while rolling your eyes.

He ignored your response as he continued talking about his life, you ended up just talking to him because you've got nothing left to do.

"Did you had fun talking to me?" he said while winking.

"No" you certainly had fun, but of course you're not telling him that.

"Eyyy, don't be shy, you spent your whole day with me" he said again.

You actually did, it was dark already and all you did was talk to him and listen to his life crisis.

"I'll get going now" he said while looking at his phone.

"Why?" you curiously asked, still in denial that you enjoyed his company.

"Work" he smiled while showing you his phone that states 'manager-nim' in it.

"Okay then" you replied sounding disappointed than you intended.

"You're still not giving me your number?" he teased again, showing you his phone.

He was better than all the guys you dated before, he might not be as buff as the others or he might not be as smart looking as them, but he is certainly a lot better.

You sighed as you rolled your eyes, finally giving him a smile, "Give me your phone"