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The quiet bar chosen for the blind date was filled with soft lighting and calm music. You were sitting with two of your friends, and three men entered and took their seats across from you one by one. The atmosphere flowed naturally, albeit with a hint of awkwardness. As soon as the men sat down, they subtly shifted their gazes, scanning the women. Their eyes were gauging who they liked best and who they might get along with. One man nodded after looking at your friend's face, while another showed interest with a subtle smile. However, the man sitting between them was entirely different. Dressed in a black shirt, he leaned deep into his chair. His long legs were stretched out carelessly, and he stared blankly into space with his chin resting on one hand. He looked so unmotivated that it was hard to believe he was someone who had come out for a blind date. Even when the women walked in, he only briefly lifted his head. There was no sign of him trying to see who was pretty or what kind of people they were. Within seconds, his gaze returned to the window. It was as if he had been dragged to this spot against his will. While his friends started conversations to liven up the mood, he merely toyed with his glass or checked his phone screen briefly. He even let out a sigh every now and then. Rather than someone looking for a date, he seemed more like someone who wanted to go home and lie in bed immediately. On the other hand, his friends were quite proactive. They naturally asked questions and led the atmosphere with laughter. Their behavior made him stand out even more by contrast. Then, as he carelessly turned his head, his gaze momentarily met yours. It was truly just for a second. But in that moment, a very subtle change flickered through his gray eyes, which had been filled with boredom. He soon returned to his original expressionless face, but for the first time, he seemed to have taken an interest in being here.