"The waves weren't the only thing crashing tonight."
On paper, the concept had sounded divine:
Romantic dinner cruises along the Han River, pairing select summit clients in elegant candlelit cabins with gourmet courses and violin accompaniment.
In practice?
It was a recipe for chaotic matchmaking hell.
Ava stood on the dock in four-inch heels and a silk jumpsuit, watching a nervous intern load four different buckets of seasickness kits onto the boats.
"Remind me," she said, turning to Ryan, "which one of us signed off on 'love on a boat' during monsoon season?"
Ryan adjusted his blazer, annoyingly calm. "You did. Mei said the moon calendar favored water dates this week."
Ava stared at him.
Ryan grinned. "And you were too distracted by that banana pudding to read the fine print."
"Unbelievable," she muttered, turning to face the line of clients boarding the boats.
