Two months, three days, and about eight hours later, the digital clock on the wall chimed noon. Daniel Kim was late.

Then again, so was So Hee but Daniel had no excuse, not when they were already one hour behind schedule. Not when they were meeting in this fancy restaurant that cost an arm.

First of all, it wasn’t So Hee’s fault for being late. She didn't know what to wear to a date as she hadn't been to one since her homecoming dance in St. Ivy's College in London. At first, she had tried to convince herself to wear anything but Trixie said otherwise. So after much arguments and deliberations, she settled for a two piece pink suit and louboutin heels.

The clock chimed again and So Hee hissed. How dare he make her wait! He knew precisely why they were here, after all. The FBI's tech team had run an analysis on the dating apps Daniel frequents and realized he was a fan of Tinder. No shock there. They'd created a fake profile for So Hee, one with a new identity, name, and background. Two seconds after creating the account, she'd been “matched” with Daniel and they hit it off right away. If only he knew his date for tonight was actually her.

“With every minute he makes us wait, I’m adding ten thousand dollars.” So Hee said under her breath.

Trixie, who had been listening in through her ear piece, scoffed. “You’ll do no such thing, So Hee. We're the FBI, not a loan shark.”

Greg had called Trixie an escort but So Hee knew what her presence meant : a watchdog. Not that she'd do anything terrible to Daniel. Yet. It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. She hadn't punched Daniel since their senior year of college and her fingers were itching to. She'd already imagined his reaction when he'd see that it was actually her — Han So Hee and Jenna Fischer, the so-called “perfect match for him.”

But as much as she'd like to stick around for the fake-date, she had a company to run. Being an FBI detective was part of a side hustle no one, not even her family, knew about.

So Hee picked up her purse and rose to her feet.

“What are you doing?” Trixie asked.

“Leaving.” So Hee replied.

“He'll be here any second,” Trixie hissed.

Before So Hee could bark a retort, the door swung open and Daniel Kim entered the restaurant.

So Hee remained where she stood. Well, he certainly wasn’t what she’d expected. It wasn’t every day that she was surprised, but she’d imagined him to be a bit older and far more flamboyant. Considering the fact that she hadn't seen him in 8 years. She thought he'd be lean, overtly dressed but he beat all her expectations — broad shoulders, head held high, a casual grace to his movements that came with knowing he had power. She couldn't help but stare at his clean cut jawline, faint dimple, and lips that could convince anyone to commit crimes against their better judgement. She shook her head, immediately disgusted at herself for admiring her enemy.

Daniel shut the door behind him, his tattooed hand clasping something behind him.

It was at that moment that So Hee realized he wasn't alone. Trailing behind him was a little girl no more than 5 years old, her tiny hand wrapped confidently around his fingers.

Their eyes locked and Daniel chuckled, a crooked smile spreading across his tanned face. “Well, well, well, if it isn't the wicked witch of the west.”

So Hee smirked lazily, tilting her head. “That's not how you greet someone you haven't seen in years.”

“Aww,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “And you want me to care because?”

“I don't expect you to,” So Hee sighed loudly, and stepped around Daniel as if he were nothing but a piece of furniture in her way. “Besides, I'm on a date.”

Daniel let out a dramatic gasp. “On a date? What kind of creature would willingly date you?”

“Men who are out of your league, that's who.” So Hee gave a short, sarcastic laugh.

Daniel almost smiled but the little girl beside him tugged him on his hand, reminding him of her presence.

So Hee arched a brow. “Who's the little one? Don't tell me you actually kidnapped her?”

Daniel scoffed, crouching slightly to the child's height. “I'm not that cruel. She's my kid.” He ruffled her hair. “Amy, say hi to the witch, So Hee.”

Amy turned, grinned and waved. “Hi, witch So Hee.”

So Hee's sarcastic grin faltered for a moment. Amy? … that was her daughter's name. It was his daughter's name too?

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Hello?”

So Hee smoothened the sudden flicker from her face and lifted her chin. “Cute. You really went with Amy?”

Daniel stood again, eyeing her. “Don't act like you own the name.” He stepped back. “Anyways, I'll leave you to charm your mystery man. Poor guy probably had no idea what he's in for.”

With a nod, he turned, gently steering little Amy towards their table.

While So Hee turned to leave, she couldn't help but look back. Just once. She couldn't stop staring at the little girl, at Amy.

The girl looked exactly like Daniel — same soft dark curls, same blue eyes and dimpled cheek. She was stunned that Daniel even had a kid. No one told her he did. It was missing in her report or maybe she'd skipped it. She did that alot when she was stressed.

“What next?” Trixie asked through the ear piece.

So Hee ignored her question and turned to leave. She needed time to reschedule. She couldn't face Daniel, not when his kid reminded her of hers, not when she didn't even know what her own daughter looked like. But how could she? She'd lost the child the day she tried looking for the man responsible, a stranger she'd had a one night stand with.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring. She blinked and looked down at the screen.

Jerkface was calling.

Daniel?

She turned and met his gaze. His hand clenched the phone in his hand, his mouth agape as he approached her.

“You're my blind date?”