Headhunting (15)

As I've said many times before, I had a rather fierce-looking face.

I had made countless children riding in strollers cry, so I was always busy burying my face in a corner—even in elevators where I was supposed to share a friendly atmosphere with the neighbors.

Of course, things were a little different when I looked in the bathroom mirror by myself.

‘Hmm, still, I’m at least in the top twenty-five percent….’

I secretly prided myself on merely looking fierce, not being ugly.

Anyway, according to the law of supply and demand, there simply weren’t that many women in the world who preferred my fierce looks.

Even when I was lucky enough to be introduced to a woman whose type was a fierce-looking man, there had been times when she blocked me on KakaoTalk that very day after seeing the gap between my appearance and personality.

So I had never even dreamed of going out to pick up women.

But suddenly, I was being reverse-hunted….

“Huh? I asked if you’re seeing anyone.”...