Yong-sun chuckled.

"You're a poor imbecile, Jae-rim," she said, beginning to laugh even harder. "Why would you think Ludwig made a pact with the devil? It's pretty obvious he knows your name because of the name tag on your chest. We all have one."

"Shush! I didn't notice, alright?" I protested, took another bite of my burger and swallowed the ball of meat. "Do you think he saw his own picture? I'm afraid he's going to complain to our boss and accuse me of being a stalker."

"Whether they reprimand you or not, you're still a perv, dear."

I ignored her comment because... she was right. However, nobody could blame me. Ludwig was a charming prince in my eyes. And if I dared to imagine what things awaited me under his expensive suit, I would bleed to death.

After we finished our recess, Yong-sun and I said goodbye. Unfortunately, I had a split shift today since one of my co-workers had caught a cold during the weekend. I wasn't pleased, but bills and my R rated comics weren't going to pay for themselves.

As I left the employees' dining room, I walked by the facility, admiring the beautiful decoration: abstract canvas painted by the best artists of the city, traditional photographs hanging in the hall, antique ceramic vases placed on pedestal stands and an endless number of period pieces that would attract the attention of foreigners.

After taking a walk through the gallery, I approached the main staircase and went downstairs until I reached the lobby. I peered all over the place. No sight of him.

I guess I wouldn't be seeing my beloved gentleman for a taste of premium beer today. He could have checked-out while I was away, never to be seen again. Either way, it was a lost cause. I never confirmed until what date he was going to stay with us. I could have asked Yong-sun too. Awh, Korean Jesus! I had the chance to say something to Ludwig before he went back home... But I always kept quiet. Way to go, Jae-rim!

A little disappointed and heartbroken about not being able to admire his beauty in this fine evening, I went behind the counter and started up my computer in order to log in.

"Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon," I replied with a well-practiced smile and affable tone. I kept my gaze fixed on the screen.

"Could you call a cab for me, please?" he added, making a very strange accent in his speech.

"Of course, sir. Please, give me a moment." I paused and browsed through the list of applications. "How many...?"

Ludwig Schweighöfer was here. He was talking to me! And again, I fell silent. I opened my mouth and closed it again. I did this process I have no idea how many times. I am sure I looked like a damned fish. I wanted to pull my hair out and scream for my life, run away and hide.

"Sorry? I didn't understand your question," he commented, laughing at my expression.

There was a long pause between us. I was speechless and my mind went blank. I had no idea how to answer him. Ludwig waved his hand in front of me and my voice came back a little wobbly.

"I meant to ask if you were taking any luggage with you, sir," I stammered, feeling my face charring itself with every passing second.

"None. Just a leather briefcase."

I nodded, lowering my gaze to place the order and partially hid my face.

"Did I do something wrong?"

His question caught me off guard. I looked up and blinked a couple of times until the question fell under its own weight. I emphatically shook my head.

"I hope I didn't intimidate you," he continued.

He seemed to want to apologize for startling me since I hit my head pretty hard during our first encounter. Ludwig reached out and rubbed my forehead. I didn't mean to quiver at his touch, but my knees were already trembling and my lower lip couldn't stop dancing. I was on fire! My head ached, I had a strong erection and my soul wanted to escape through my anus while I had snakes and another bunch of bugs rolling in my stomach.

"Jae-rim?!" Ludwig withdrew his hand.

At first, I thought he was disgusted by my blushing face. Oh, was I so wrong! My stupid organism failed me and considered it was the right time to have a nosebleed. My white shirt ended covered in stains and I fainted again at the sight of blood.

I should stop doing that.