What else can go wrong?

Jun Hyeon commented as he cautiously skirted the jet of water, "Earlier today the transformer in front of your building blasted right over my head. Now this. This really is a weird night."

"Oh! Well, the electricity was weird all day in my building. My hair dryer blasted today, as well."

'So that explains the frizz on her hair', he thought, but he was sure she cared more about it than he did.

"Are you sure no resentful ex-boyfriend of yours works in the electric supply company? Or at the plumbing company?" He teased, but was surprised by her thoughtful expression, until the singer said:

"Well, I don't know if I have fans working in these areas. But that couldn't be possible, would it? I mean... These accidents being the work of a stalker…"

"No, no. I'm just kidding." He dismissed the ridiculous hypothesis with a hand gesture.

They finally entered the high-end neighborhood where the restaurant was located. The doctor noticed the biker on the delivery scooter riding behind them at some distance. At first he wondered if they could really be being chased, but the idea was so or more absurd than Ms. Nam having a creepy stalker who was destroying utilities just to keep her from going out with anyone else. Surely it was just a delivery motoboy doing his job. "But who is the full of herself person here, huh?"

"Well, Dr. Kim, I know you don't believe me because you didn't see me on TV or the top charts, but I DO have loyal fans." The singer didn't seem to understand that he was referring to her previous remark on him, and was taking things seriously.

"Even an official fan club?" Jun Hyeon chafed her in a defiant tone.. At this point they had stopped at another red light, even though the intersection was completely empty in both directions. From his rearview mirror, he noticed that the biker had stopped on the sideway, at a good distance from their car. 'Must be in trouble. Poor guy. Should I lend a hand?'

"No but…" He heard her ruffled reply, in the midst of his new thoughts.

The green light got on, and Jun Hyeon shifted gears, but a strange clicking noise was audibly heard, and in sequence, the whole car shuddered strangely. The dashboard lights went out, and the car died.

Thinking it was his fault with the clutch or something, Kim Jun Hyeon just turned the key again, but the car just seemed to choke and didn't react at the command. A few tries later, the doctor began to worry.

"What's it?" Nam Ye Rim questioned.

"To be honest, I don't know," he admitted, stubbornly trying a few more times until he realized it wouldn't work. Nam Ye Rim's inquisitive and curious gaze over him didn't help either. He pressed every possible button on the dashboard, but there were no response at all. It was flat dead. Jun Hyeon sure wanted to swear. 'What else was left for this weird night to go wrong? What the hell happened to my car?!'

"I don't think it's something that can be resolved on the dashboard, Dr. Kim." The singer noted, and Kim Jun Hyeon sighed heavily, and got out of the car, banging the door closed, though he didn't want to make a display of his frustration. It wouldn't do much good to kick the car, but that was his urge right now.

But the singer also got out of the car, leaving her door open, and heading toward the hood. Kim went there, too, but figured he couldn't tell what might be going wrong with such a sophisticated car. There was not a single dashboard indication of error or problem, and suddenly, puft! Your car dies in the middle of a date.

"You don't have to get out of the car. I'll check on it. If I can't solve it, I'll call insurance." He tried to conceal his annoyed tone, didn't manage to do it well. It had really upset the plastic surgeon.

"Aren't you going to open the hood and take a look at what it can be?"

"I will, but you can get in the car meanwhile."

"Uh .. hmpt. I'm going in, since staying here seems to make you more nervous." She showed her displeasure at his attitude. She turned to get back in the car. Jun Hyeon exhaled again, wanting to run his hands through his hair nervously but resisting and shoving his hands in his pocket instead. "Ok. What can I do about it? Can you get me my cell phone please?"

Ye Rim looked over her shoulder, with her hand on the car handle.

"What?"

Kim Jun Hyeon wasn't sure if that was Ms. Nam's expression of mockingly irony or she just hadn't heard his request well.

"Better call insurance and also a taxi. Can you get me my cell phone... Please, Ms. Nam?"

She nodded, looking at him and BAM! Apparently she clashed the car door close with all her might. It seemed the effect wasn't well calculated, since her eyes widened in surprise. At that particular moment he didn't find her joke funny at all, and rolled his eyes.

Jun Hyeon tried to open the hood of the car, but failed, not even putting a little more effort on it. Interesting, because he was sure he activated the hood opening before leaving the car. He hung his head down, looking at his feet for a moment. In this same evening he even tripped and fell at the drugstore. What was missing for him to look like a complete idiot?

"Miss Nam, can you open the hood 'cause I must have forgotten doing this basic, please?" He asked her aloud, but without looking up. He needed to calm down. It was just a damn breakdown at the most inappropriate time possible, but anyway, this was just a no date. In reality, he shouldn't even try to impress that girl.

"I would if I could, but the door is locked. Wait... Don't you have the key?" he heard her voice.

Jun Hyeon raised his head, astonished at what she had just said.

"Did you… lock the door with the keys in?!"