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Adorable.

She probably found those old CDs of his I owned as a teenager, back when I was embarrassingly obsessed with him, and decided that was all the encouragement she needed to orchestrate a romantic ambush.

What? She thinks she’s setting me up?

Happiness.

Now I understand why she’d kept asking if I was happy.

She thinks I need a⁠—

“Minho.”

The man with the kind eyes and warm smile looks up, startled.

“I need a ride back to Seoul.”

He blinks. “Now?”

“Yes. Now.”

“Artemis, be reasonable,” Mika interjects.

I ignore her.

“A hotel will suffice.”

Mika sighs.

“No.”

No?

I turn toward her.

“You don’t tell me no.”

“It’s nearly midnight, Artemis.”

“So?”

“It’s snowing.”

“We’ve seen snow before. It doesn’t bite.”

“Visibility is poor.”

I frown.

“You have glasses. Wear them. We’ll be fine.”

She ignores that. I would, too.

“The roads are icy and dangerous.”

Damn it. She’s got me there.

“Fine.”