The entire ride to her next pick up was spent thinking of him. It was crazy but this man she just met was embedded so deeply into her mind, she felt like she had known him for years.

 Her thoughts went to his suit, or rather, how he looked in it. The simple black hand-tailored jacket covered a silvery-grey vest, beneath which was a crisp white shirt. He wore one of the most exquisite ties she believed she had ever seen. No stripes or dots or little sailboats. It was paisley shapes of silver, deep blue, violet, and burgundy, which brought out the unique color of his eyes.

 In the darkened backseat of the car, they appeared an average medium brown. In the sunlight, however, and any time light touched them from inside, the reddish hue would almost glow. He caught her staring at him through her side mirror as she watched them change every time a ray of sun hit his face. He didn't say anything. Maybe out of pity for one as lowly as her to be caught admiring a man she could never have. Or want, of course.

 Her thoughts next turned to Yoo SangHoon and his suggestion to take him on as a passenger. She was expecting another elderly conglomerate partner. Nothing could have prepared her for the man she met. He would become her youngest male passenger.

 She had two young female employees of the law firm that Yoo SangHoon had requested she drive. He wanted them to be safe after working late hours on their more serious cases. He had insisted they use her service instead of going home by a regular cab or bus. He even paid their bill.

 JiHo was quite a unique client, and she wondered why Yoo SangHoon put them together. Thinking back on their frequent conversations and the direction they always came to regarding her dating life, she chuckled.

 "It couldn't be why, could it?" she thought to herself. "You old matchmaker," she laughed as she pulled up to the space where she would pick up her next rider.

 She sighed as she put the car in park to wait. He seemed to be the only old executive who didn't see a problem with setting up someone as low class as her with someone as successful as JiHo.

 She smiled at the compliment of his action, but she wouldn't let it go to her head. Just because that dear sweet man didn't see anything wrong with the match, it didn't mean someone like JiHo would agree. It didn't matter. She wasn't ready.

 She hurried from her vehicle when her passenger approached and opened the backseat door.