"Number five. Share an ice cream cone," Ga Eul announced, shoving the aforementioned mint chocolate chip confection in Yi Jeong's face. "Here. Try it."

She seemed to be waiting for him to take the cone from her, or perhaps bite into it, but instead he pushed it gently back towards her.

"Actually, I don't like ice cream," he informed her, somewhat apologetically.

"What?" Ga Eul's smile dropped until it formed a perfect pout. "But it's on my list," she insisted.

"List?"

"Of things I want to do with my boyfriend."

"Oh." That explained the 'number five' bit. "Sorry." What else could he say?

Ga Eul, however, looked quite put out. She stared at her ice cream in dismay.

"How long is this list of yours?" he asked.

"Um, well, I think it's about thirty items long by now. Don't you have certain things you always wanted to do with your girlfriend?"

Sure. Not that most of those were appropriate for his current innocent girlfriend's ears.

Ga Eul took a big lick of her ice cream, and he tried not to imagine her in any crude positions.

"Here." He held out his hand. "Let's try it. Maybe you'll convert me."

"Hmm?"

"The ice cream. I'd hate for you to not achieve your goal just because your boyfriend doesn't care for frozen mush."

Ga Eul handed the cone over.

Yi Jeong steeled himself and took a tiny bite. The tiniest bite of ice cream in the history of ice-cream eating.

Yeah, that was as awful as he remembered it being.

He couldn't keep the disgust from showing on his face, and Ga Eul gave him a sympathetic look.

She took the ice cream back from him.

"Oh, sorry. I guess you really don't like it."

"How do you eat that stuff? I've got to wash my mouth out." Yi Jeong stood up. "I'm going to get a coffee."

He'd taken two steps toward the ordering counter when Ga Eul called after him, "To make it up to you, if you make a list, I'll do whatever you want from it."

He turned his head. Now that sounded interesting.

"Whatever I want?"

Ga Eul nodded, smiling sweetly.

If only she knew what she had gotten herself into.

Someone ought to tell her she should never write blank checks to former playboys.

But that someone wouldn't be him.

At least, not for now.

Yi Jeong smiled and waved at her from the line at the register.

Ah, he really was a bad guy, wasn't he?