Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan or the characters of Attack on Titan. But the idea and some of the characters are mine.

Pairing: Levi x Mikasa (I strongly ship them! Hope my readers are in the same boat as me~)

Hi guys! I'm back with the final chapter of this short multi-chapter story. Thank you for still following and supporting me. Love you all!

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Chapter 3: Who's Whose?

The sun sank lower in the sky, light of day draining away, giving away to the velvety dark of night. The air was damp and cool, smelling faintly of a car's exhaust fumes. Trees that lined in the lane stood as black statues silhouetted against the darkening sky, slowly their shadows melted away into the blackness of night.

Levi sat by the window, silently observing the passing cars that created long trail lights as they vanished at the other end of the road. A petite woman of strawberry sunshine hair, shifted bashfully in her seat, while gazing at the attractive man across her table.

He was in a full black suit that night, along with his signature white pristine cravat around his neck. Although he was short, his perfectly toned body style was displayed through the tightness of his suit, drawing the attention of every female who spotted him in the posh restaurant.

Deliberately, he took his cup of earl grey from its sophisticated saucer and rested his eyes on his partner of the night. Petra wore a black satin tube knee length dress with a dark citrine necklace, a colour that matched her orbs. She had a bubbly personality and probably everyone's sweetheart. Levi wondered the reason behind Hanji chose this woman to be his date. She was too pure for someone as dark as him. Her radiance almost blinded him.

"So, Levi, what do you do during your free time?" blurted the blonde, voice as sweet as sugar. Her elbows placed on the table, chin nestled in between her clasped hands. Her eagerness hit Levi tacitly, causing him to snap a heedful glare at her.

"Nothing much. I'm in love with solitude," Levi responded indifferently. Petra screamed grumpily in her breath when she noticed that Levi never tried initiating a conversation with her. Still, she was licking her lips at the idea of taking down the man.

Little did she realised that, although Levi's eyes were on her, his mind had long flown to the other woman in black, who was seated a table in front of them. Her long ebony hair were placed sideway, her pale neck was decorated with a bloody chamber choker. Under the dim ambience, her glamorous features were still crystal clear. Levi watched her male partner in royal blue suit stiffened every other moment when the woman faintly reacted at his small jokes. The raven haired man chuckled in silent, she's way out of your league, Eld.

"Excuse me, Petra." Levi stood and gradually headed to the washroom, when he ogled the raven haired woman who also went to the same direction moments ago.

He waited patiently in the dark and seized the woman when she stepped out from the washroom, right towards the back alley, from the back of the restaurant. He spun her around until her back was inches from the icy wall, their eyes fixed at each other.

"Do you have any business with me, Levi?" asked the woman. Her expression was dull and aloof, exactly the same façade he wore.

Levi smirked lightly and brushed his finger along her rosy cheeks. He inhaled her sweet apple scent and murmured softly, "I haven't received your call till date. Do you not need me to compensate the damage I done to your precious car, Mikasa?" He drank in her erotic appearance. The black off shoulder slit midi dress embraced her body lusciously and it boosted her curves to its fullest. And he recalled, the previous date they had, she was also dressed scrumptiously. He wondered how on earth a woman as perfect as her existed in this world, and still single.

Mikasa could feel the heat growing in her cheeks. Her blush seared through her face and the woman suddenly felt awkward, demure and coy. She looked away from the man, attempting to fight her blush and composed herself.

The man was equally delicious looking, his hair was combed backwards, allowing his sharp eyes to mark and hunt down his target in a fraction of a second. She had never met a man with such tempting looks and body. Through his thin layered of button down shirt, she could outline his strong muscles visually. She even had to taper off her impulse of tearing his clothes off, running her hands down his bare body, feeling his physiques with the tip of her fingers, fulfilling her soaring temptation.

She uttered profanities in her breath. She had never ever lost her disguise in public. Not to mention this man was just a person she met a week ago. She was always stoic and emotionless, which came to an end that not much people could really understand her, except her foster brother - Eren, childhood friend – Armin and high school friends – Sasha and Connie.

Now, her mask was about to be torn by a stranger. And she was not going to permit it.

Levi held his gaze at the panicked woman, fighting back the smile that wanted to break out on his face. This woman bewitched him, in a way that he had not been attracted before as long as he lived. He had women in his life before, but he could not bear any of them for more than three months. He had a tricky personality that none could match him.

This was the very first time, he wanted a woman desperately.

Mikasa cleared her throat and replied monotonously, "with your previous advice, I had it settled already. Now, if you may, I have a partner waiting for my return."

"He doesn't suit you, Mikasa," muttered Levi as he blocked her way with his body.

The woman raised an annoyed brow and spitted, "it's not up to you to judge. In fact, I enjoy his company."

Levi chuckled indistinctly and ran his fingers from her cheeks down to her jaw, collarbone and back to her chin. "No, you don't. You were staring at me the moment you stepped into this restaurant, not him. He was a huge barrier between us."

Mikasa snickered derisively, "you have a date on your own, Levi. She's the perfect ebullient girl that could enlighten your miserably dusky life, don't you think so?"

"All she could do was only to blind me alive. I've no interest in such woman. In fact, I find you more interesting." Levi snorted, silently in raptures when she did not denied the fact that her attention was on him instead of her date.

"Don't make me your target. I have another choice back there." Mikasa taunted hazily, ice lacing her voice.

"You want me."

Mikasa widened her onyx orbs, flabbergasted at the daring statement, or rather a bold confirmation that was thrown to her. She went blank minded but her gaze never left his dark sapphire orbs. The next thing she knew, their lips were smashed against each other. It was full on, open-mouthed, aggressive and almost sexual.

She tried to fight her way to freedom, but his strong hands had her waist and head seized. Momentarily, her body melted into his as she pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. He was rejoiced and loved the way she relented as she circled her arms around his neck and he held her tighter and tighter.

They pulled apart and took shaky, shallow breaths.

"Mikasa." he whispered in a hoarse voice, slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savour them.

Her heart fluttered at his deep voice as she placed her hands on either side of his face. Never before has her name rolled out so perfectly well on another man's tongue, it felt romantic and lascivious at the same time.

"Say that you want me," he demanded as he worked his lips to her cheeks, jaw, collarbone, neck and her bare shoulders, leaving traces of his scent on her body.

Mikasa moaned softly at the pleasure. But, she was not ready to allow him to win yet. Thus, her hands grabbed his shoulder and yanked him away from her.

"No."

With that, she left the man hanging while she vanished into the restaurant.

"Welcome back. Your steak is getting cold," commented the blonde haired man as he rested his eyes on his date.

Mikasa adjusted her dress and hair before she took her seat across Eld. "The washroom was crowded," she replied calmly while tugging a stray hair behind her ear. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Levi who ambled to his seat leisurely.

Eld had completed his main course. All he ever wanted to do was to stare into the beauty's eyes and drunk in every detail of her feature, motion and analysed her personality. He had never met someone this haughty and silent before. He was always packed with work and did not had any opportunity to know another woman after his last break up two years ago. For sure, he refused to let this woman slipped away from him. She was special and mysterious.

"Mikasa, do you have any plans after this?" he gathered his guts to push this question to the table.

The woman raised a brow and continued her meal. Seconds later, she replied softly, "no."

Eld held his joy in his breath and continued, "do you still want to hang out for a little while? Perhaps a bar? I want to get to know you more."

Mikasa grinned, her face remained unreadable. Slowly, her eyes moved from Eld to another man, a table behind them. His dark sapphire eyes captured her, chained her to him. It was arousal and she was almost turned on by his indifferent gawks.

God, that man was something else from this world.

She admitted that he was the man that had been lingering in her mind for the past week. Although he was unbelievably brash and impertinent, she still found him extraordinary. He was a pure distraction, especially when she noticed his existence in this same restaurant with his actual date. She almost tripped over a chair before reaching her seat.

She marveled the reasons she was attracted to someone like him, someone who had correspondingly obscure character like her, who aged at least a decade or more than her. She was a prominent lawyer, despite at such young age. She was approached by numerous men since high school but all of them either failed bitterly or lasted less than a year. This man was the only one that caught her attention, and she was reflexively searching for his figure when he was out of sight.

"Mikasa?"

She was snapped back to her date, who looked anguished when she was dozing off their conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry. Perhaps another time? I'm a little tired tonight."

Mikasa watched as Eld shrunk in his seat, embittered. However, he swallowed the lump in his throat, kept his gentleman composure and expressed in modest, "it's alright. We can still meet another time, right?"

She nodded lightly. It lifted his spirits and he swore to take her down the next around, if she was still available.

It was almost ten o'clock at night when they finished their meals. Mikasa bid farewell to Eld after refusing his offer to send her back home and strolled down the walkway. Sasha sent her off that night because her car was still at the workshop, fully painted and restored to its original splendor.

She tilted her head skyward and she could see clearly millions of bright stars dotted on the black canvas of night. The silvery moon blanketed the ground and night breeze kissed her skin softly.

Since when did his existence impacted her? He appeared as detestable, impudent and icy from the beginning of their first encounter. And he was still the same person tonight.

Was it because of his eyes? She loved those sharpened, stormy, deadly orbs. They cut through her as if she was a piece of fragile glass, and somehow, she allowed it, she even adored it. That was a scarce tolerance, towards a stranger like him.

An artful smile played on the woman's lips as she leaned against a gothic lamp post to relish the darkness that enveloped her senses bit by bit, before it devoured her entirely.

Petra poked impatiently into her dessert. The poor crème brulee had been smashed into a rotten cup of dreadful custard. She narrowed her eyes and scrutinised the man before her, he was still as absent-minded as he was since the beginning of the night.

She almost dropped her urge on this man since he was nowhere interested in sharing any detail of himself with her. It was her voice alone in that table that she heard throughout the night. And it shriveled her enthusiasm and zeal.

The blonde haired woman twitched and she seemed to be running out of steam in no time when she noticed Levi had called for the check.

"Levi, can we still meet again?" she pushed her guts to question the man, whose eyes were fixed on his tea.

Levi tilted his head upwards and met her teary eyes. He let out a low sigh in his breath and nodded silently, "perhaps. As a friend." Was the answer he gave her, indirectly slashing the possibilities that they could walk down the road as a couple in future.

Petra frowned but she respected his choice. Being persistent in a relationship was the last action she would consider doing and it only showed that she was an outrageous woman.

"Thank you for dining with us tonight. By the way, we have received a package that was left by one of our customers. We were told that it must be handed to you once you're ready to leave. Have a good night, sir," conveyed the waitress as she passed a small red box to Levi. She slightly bowed and walked away after her mission was accomplished.

"I'll take my leave now. Nice to know you, Levi. Goodnight," Petra retrieved her jacket from the counter and strode out from the restaurant.

Levi, too sauntered out of the restaurant after sending Petra off to her car, with the box in hand. He examined the box with care and there was a faint apple scent around it. With a smile, he undo the silky ribbon and opened it warily.

He gasped harshly and stopped breathing when he saw the content. It was a black lacy panties with a note on it.

Catch me if you can, predator.

The bloody red kiss mark on the note earned a grin from ear to ear from Levi. He wanted nothing more but to tear that woman apart and savour every inch of her skin, to hear her scream his name beneath him, and to make her submit herself to him until she could never live without his touch.

Playing hard to catch, huh? Levi cursed in his breath. It was driving him up the walls when he failed to locate her around the restaurant. The image of her completely bare underneath her short dress was skinning him alive. He needed to find her before another filthy hand lay a finger on her.

After minutes of searching, he decided to drive to her apartment instead. As he reached his car, he spotted that devious woman of his dream, leaning against his car, friskily tangling her hair. With a silent growl, he skulked stealthily to her.

"I need a lift home. Mind to take me along with you?" she simpered sensually without looking at the person who was streaming towards her, but she knew it was him from his minty scent.

She somehow had given up hiding from him because her inner self was soaring in pain to get him, to slam him against a furniture and dominate him, as soon as possible. She could not bear it any longer.

Without further ado, he pulled her down for a passionate kiss to temporarily ease the burning fire in his body. She gladly returned his kiss greedily and allowed him to snake his hands around her body. He pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and, at the grant of access, delved inside her mouth. He savoured her impatiently and swallowed her moans in his mouth before pulling away for a deep breath.

He stared into her eyes and his smirk answered her question.

"My place," he added. Smiling at her flushed look, he escorted her into his car and drove off to their destination of the night.

"Levi…" Mikasa moaned pleasurably as she watched the man worked his mouth around her nipples and palmed her other breast. He sucked and nipped her breasts.

His hands slid down her body, feeling her soft skin under his delicate touch, and when they reached her thighs, her legs magically parted. She pinched his chin and brought him close to her lips. No kisses, only gentle nibbles and licks around his parted lips. It was a lustful invitation from her.

God, this woman is killing me.

Without breaking their lips contact, his hand sneaked down to her bare core, which was already soaking wet.

She yelped and her back arched up from his bed when he inserted his finger into her, earning himself a loud moan of his name when he danced inside her playfully and his thumb circling her clit.

"Don't tease me…" she breathed, her fingers dug into the flesh of his muscular shoulders and she bit her bottom lip to compose herself. Unfortunately, it did not last a minute when he started thrusting two fingers deep into her core, making her moans louder and louder every second.

The man smirked darkly at the woman. She was getting out of control every minute. As he felt her walls tightened, she came against his fingers. Levi moved up to claim her mouth avidly. He could never get enough of her. She was a piece of art, a masterpiece.

On the other hand, Mikasa grew impatient for allowing him in control. With a swift flip, she gained the top and enjoyed her view with Levi beneath her. Levi drunk in every little detail of her body. Devilishly haunting were the words to describe this woman. He would proudly present himself to the Devil to own this woman, a work of genius from Hell. And he would delightedly fall from Heaven for her.

Slowly, she placed open-mouthed kisses around his body and dived down to his wash board abdomen. There was no single inch of untamed flesh in his body, it was literally muscles inside muscles. She licked her lips with awe, as she removed his boxers to reveal his throbbing member - the aching hot length that was shoved into her when he first took her against the wall the moment they entered his home. Her dress almost torn from his force. She did not have the luxury to examine him as they were far too needy to feed each other's hunger without proper foreplay.

The couple nearly made out in the lift before reaching his home. Although their feverish and slutty kisses did scared a handful of people away and avoided riding the same lift with them, they did not seemed to bother about their licentious display, which in fact astounded them as they never failed to keep their former personal relationships discreet in the public eye.

Levi wasted no time to explore her. After their breathings went steady from their first touch, he tidied their clothes, carried her effortlessly to his bedroom and laid her on his bed gently. Her jet black hair fanned out on his silk pearl white duvet, her half hooded eyes followed his motion as he stripped his coat, tie, shirt and pants and threw them onto the chair. He crawled on top of her, releasing her from her dress and unclasping her bra in one swift action and sunk his mouth onto her body.

She loved his wildness and occasional gentleness. Now she had all the time in the world to study him. His sore member sprung free of restrains and that was when she sighed in astonishment again.

Big.

"Like what you see, my queen?" he questioned, feeling his smile curving widely as she nodded wantonly.

She licked the tip of his member and gradually swallowed the whole of him, as deep as she could, into her heated mouth. He hissed in delight as she started working her tongue, mouth and hand at his member, simultaneously. He was aching to taste her. He was dying to make her come hard and hot again. He wanted her frantically.

She picked up her speed and her lecherous eyes burned passionately in his orbs. He moaned her name deeply when he finally hit his limits and poured everything into her mouth. She savoured and swallowed every bit of him with thirst. Then, he arched back onto his fluffy bed to catch his breath.

He gawked at the sight of her licking her lips, the way she wiped his essence that flowed down to her jaw with her thumb and cleansed it with her tongue, the way she tasted him as if she was sipping the finest honey in the world, the sounds of her soft moans, and her ardent midnight orbs that never broke contact with his.

He thought he was going to go crazy.

Mikasa sat on Levi's lap. She leisurely nestled on top of him, with her chin rested on top of her forearms that were crossed on his chest, and her perfectly round breasts pressed onto his well-defined abdomen. She impishly stared into his silent, unmoving form. A devious smirk dancing across her lips.

As she thought he might be tired from the whirl of frenzied activities already, he flung her down onto his bed and clambered over her. In seconds, his mouth was over hers again, fierce and hot. Their tongues entwined in a kiss. With her lips, she felt his mouth stretching wider than it should, fighting between a grinning and kissing. They became one, one mind with one goal and purpose, each utterly drunk with love for the other.

Pulling away from her, he stared down on the naked woman that had been haunting him for the past week, submitting herself to him contentedly.

She was constantly in his mind, be it in his sleepless night dreams or in his conscious daydreams. She was everywhere and it was a fucking nightmare. He was pretty much, no, very much fucked up when his pool of sexual desires and frustrations started snow balled to an enormous size. It was huge enough to kill him and he wondered whether he could truly die from that exasperation.

He had thought of picking up a one night stand to abate his hunger, but that thought vanished when every woman that appeared in front of him was merely a boring, despicable and galling human being that had no match against her in any aspect, not even worth a dirt for his attention. He was most likely chasing after her shadow in another woman in a perpetual loop.

He sincerely thought that her presence would fade eventually when he stopped seeing her. But he was wrong. What a fucking naïve belief he had, until he realised his pent-up stress was affecting his beloved work, when he did a ridiculously idiotic mistake for the first time in his life. Worst still, it was rectified by Hanji before it travelled out from his room. And fuck, that nutcase had him pinned down for the reason of his error for that whole damned day, as it was atypical, especially never from his hands throughout the ages she and Erwin knew him.

Finally, when Mikasa surrendered herself to him, he was overwhelmed with delight to release his smothered avid to her. I finally got you. You're finally mine. Just fucking melt in me and don't ever think about running away from me. His secret vows and swears turned to passionate love making promises as he continued to relish the woman. He loved every inch of it.

Mikasa inhaled sharply over his minty scent as he thrust himself inside her after slipping on the second condom of the night around his thick length. She covered her moans with her hand to wind down the loudness. Levi frowned and chained her wrist above her head.

"I want to hear you," he purred in her ear. "Say my name."

With that, he came charging into her, slowly and steadily at first. Then, increased his pace, changing her breathing with every thrust, every pound, hearing her moans and cries timed to his body.

And all at once, he stopped and planted kiss bruises from her breasts to her toned abdomen. He was licking his fingers and using them to caress the pearl of her core, with him still inside her. He watched her yearned salaciously, he scrutinised her body writhed from his touch. It drove him off the cliff, aching to drink in every detail of her in his brain, like an irremovable tattoo.

He told her that he was going to make her beg for it, but she let out a loud groan, unable to articulate a response at his tease.

In spilt seconds, he began his thrusts again, plunging into her harder, deeper and faster every minute, just long enough to intoxicate her mind.

"Levi…faster," she pleaded through her panting breathes and husky voice. Her thighs spread wider for him, nails sinking into his back, pulling him closer for her to plant voracious kisses on his lips.

He obliged with a triumph smirk, hitting the deepest part of her core with an elevated pace. She arched forward and he felt her inner wetness tautened around his member. In seconds, her orgasm hit him hard. Shortly later, he followed suit, with a deep, pleasing groan, which he had never released before in his past experiences.

Levi collapsed on her body to catch his breath from the godly speed. The intensive sensation was foreign to him. And never did he realised that he could execute such lascivious moves. He removed himself slowly from her and plopped beside her. He raised his hand to turn her sweaty chin towards him.

She smiled. A smile that reflected her contentment and satisfaction.

"You're irresistible, Mikasa. You've just drained my inhuman self-control, aloofness effortlessly. No one ever done it before," he confessed in a deep husky voice. His thumb caressed her swollen lips and his eyes dazed softly into hers. "I like you, very much. Stay with me."

I want you badly and it's eating into my guts and conscious. You have no fucking idea what you had done to me. The thought lingered in his throat but he swallowed it after eyeing her pert smirk. He would not unleash all his vulnerability and desperation in one stroke to this cheeky woman. Anyhow, he would have all the time in the world to study her, confirming that this woman equally wanted him.

Mikasa leaned in to kiss him, gently and lovingly. He took it as a soundless agreement and he heartily returned her kiss affectionately.

As they pulled away, she whispered her confession in the shell of his ear, voice like melting honey, "I like you too, Levi. Even though I don't know you well, but I do enjoy your company. And…I don't want this to end."

Levi was literally on cloud nine. He was full of the joys of spring when he finally met a woman, whom he will gleefully spend the rest of his life with her. It was not merely a lustful temptation. It was a passionate love that kept their soul vigorous and highly spirited that could last a lifetime. It was their kind of crazy.

Levi would thank Hanji, for indirectly arranging her to him, before she was taken by another worthless soul.

Mikasa watched Levi jumped off the bed, tying and discarding the condom into the nearby waste bin, scooping her into his arms and she flipped her arms around his neck. She thought they were going to bathe, but he was heading to his balcony instead of the bathroom.

"Levi? Where are we going?" she probed curiously as he cautiously released one of his hands from her to unlock the glass sliding door to his balcony, the black silk curtains flapping inwards to blind her sight.

The cold night breeze brushed their naked skin tenderly and something caught Mikasa's orbs. A private infinity swimming pool, filled with underwater glittery lights, right on the covered balcony of Levi's penthouse.

This man was absurd!

"I like swimming in private so I had created one in my penthouse," Levi answered sluggishly, enjoying the astounded look of the woman in his arms.

"Anyway," he continued as his voice turned to a lewd whisper. "I had a dream the other night, of us in here. And I want to make it come true…"

The man smoothly placed the woman into the waters and he too drifted into the pool after her.

"You're unbelievable…" Mikasa mumbled between their hot kisses as they started making out again, warming up the cool water around them, completely forgetting themselves in the hedonism.

"So, how's the dinner? Any romantic endings? Any kisses and hugs?" asked the pony tailed hair excitedly.

It was a fine sunny day in New York City. The hustle and bustle flooded the city. Each posh restaurant and café were crowded with people who had leisurely took their time to enjoy their Sunday afternoon outdoor, and let the sun beat down on their skins.

They could feel the tropic, windy air with each inhalation. As small gusts of wind blew past the people, their skin would softly shiver before returning to its still, warmed state in no time.

In one of the garden cafés, gathered a table of four individuals, two with blonde hairs, and another two with pony tailed hairs. The blonde haired lady silently sipped her latte, while the blonde haired man got cornered by the pony tailed hair woman with spectacles, and the other young pony tailed hair woman stuffed her mouth with various cupcakes and sandwiches.

"Well, it was ok. I'm quite satisfied with my performance but, she was a little distant. A mysterious woman," Eld blurted with a smile, while his hand pushed the hysterical Hanji back to her seat.

"Mikasa IS cryptic. I assure you! I never see her beautiful, glorious, melting smiles when she's with strangers. So far, only our circle of friends could somehow, catch a glimpse of her inner self. You need to work super-duper hard to get her!" growled Sasha, who was attempting to swallow the beef sandwich in a gulp.

Eld nodded and drove himself into deep thoughts to figure out another way to approach his dream girl. Mikasa was no doubt a very exceptional woman. He would go against his limits to win over her heart.

Hanji snorted lowly and turned her attention to the other blond. "Was Levi that awful, Petra? I'd confiscated his phone. So, I believed he shouldn't be talking to air instead of you, right?"

Petra let out a disenchanting sigh and grim expression, her eyes never left her cup of coffee. "He would prefer his solitude rather than opening his mouth. I like him. I'm head over heels in love with him. But, he had declared that we will just be friends."

The atmosphere went gloomy and silent at her statement. Everyone was grieving at Petra's 'lost' until Hanji broke the ice and chuckled, "don't expect to get Levi in your first attempt! He's a nasty man and he doesn't like to open himself to strangers. Erwin and I had spent a lifetime trying to know this man and we only reached, probably halfway! He's a secretive man with weird habits. That's why none of his past women spent more than three months with him! He even warned them to be chary in public, no kisses and hugs in the public eye, like he's never really in love. I wonder whether that man can really find someone that he adores…" her chanting trailed off as she locked her eyes across the road, which was another extravagant outdoor café.

Her pupils enlarged and she squeaked behind her hand, to ease her excitement from being noticed by the two figures at one of the tables in that café.

The rest of her friends stared at her, puzzled, but they soon followed her gaze and spotted the scene. Now, all four of them were ogling the raven haired couple that were leisurely seated in that café, facing the streets. The lady had rested her head sideways on the palm of her hand, she plastered a glaring smile on her face at the man, who had his fingers entangled around her hair. He gave away the most gentle and affectionate smile to her, before leaning in for a chaste kiss.

The four people rubbed and blinked their eyes, to make sure that their eyes were not playing tricks. The scene was far too enormous for them to consume alive. On their next blink of eye, the couple had parted their lips and dived in for a deepened, passionate, rough kiss, right before the four persons' eyes.

Eld and Petra watched the couple heart brokenly, unseen tears were audible from their union declaration, "I've been officially rejected."

Hanji and Sasha exchanged suspicious glances, called to mind their friends' peculiar behaviors before their rescheduled blind dates. They stared at each other with widened orbs, screamed soundlessly, don't tell me, she/he was the person he/she met that night?!

Fin