"So..."

"So?"

"What do you mean so? Did you ask her or not?"

"Oh," Changbin scrunched his face, sipping on his alcoholic, lime drink, "I- I couldn't. She just looked so beautiful, and I froze up. Plus, yesterday was probably overwhelming for her... I didn't wanna... over-do it."

"Aish, Seo Changbin," Chan smacked his arm, shaking his head, "Don't you want to get married? All you had to do was ask her. You're her dream boy anyway, she said it herself."

"Her descriptions matched me, but that doesn't mean that she knows it's me," Changbin pointed at his face, "And I cannot tell her that it is, because she'd know I listened to her tapes. And now that you mentioned," he frowned, "she'd maybe even say no; say that she's waiting on her sight to see if the dream boy as you said, is real."

"But he is, isn't he?"

"Yes but... she doesn't know that."

"Well then... ask her after the surgery, if that makes you feel better."

"Makes sense," Changbin finished his drink, nodding at Chan as a thank you for setting some money on the counter. "I'll wait until she isn't blind anymore..."