As I walked past, I noticed the name of the business on the large double doors.
"Mu Group." I never realized that is what this building was as I passed it all the time.
I continued walking as a wave of betrayal coursed through my veins. There was no reason for me to feel this way.
Mu Kai and I are friends and nothing more, there could never be more. So I struggled with my emotions all the way to work and tried to reason with myself that he did nothing wrong. If he and I were going to remain friends, then I would have to get used to seeing him with other women.
He was not mine, and I was not his. I kept saying that as I finally arrived at work.
It was a slow day at work, which sucked because it gave me more time to think about him and the tall beautiful woman that got out of the Limousine.
Gosh! I had no right to even think about them, but after the moment we shared last night, I could not help but wonder that maybe he had feelings for me.
Whom was I kidding to?
He is a player, and I've already been warned about him. So I needed to do some serious soul-searching, and the best place to do that was at my favourite noodle place.
The workday finally ended. So I grabbed my phone and purse and headed out the door. When I came to a standstill when I saw Gu Min leaning up against the Limousine parked at the curb. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Hi, what are you doing here?" I curiously asked.
"Hello Miss Ru. Mr. Mu sent me to pick you up and take you to the restaurant where he will meet you in 15 minutes for dinner." He informed.
"Is that so?" I asked as I put my hands on my hips.
He looked at me with a smirk on his face because he knew what was coming next.
"You can tell Mr. Mu that I am not available this evening. And I have other plans."
So I started walking away as I turned my head back.
"Also, tell him that if he wants to have dinner with me then he can pick up the phone and ask me so," I put my hand up and waved.
"Bye, Gu Min," I smirked to him before walked up to my path.
Miso Noodle was a couple of blocks away, and the chilly evening air was settling in. So I sat down at a table close to the window and opened the menu. The restaurant was small with about 20 tables that took up the space.
The white walls were decorated with photographs of all the celebrities that dined there. The tables were decorated with black tablecloths. The atmosphere was casual and quaint, and they had the best noodle soup.