“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
“Ah, I’m just not hungry..I guess I got really nervous coming after organizing my apartment.” Jihoon smiled softly, poking around at his plate. “Don’t worry, I’ll still eat it, it smells pretty good!”
He managed to look around at the small restaurant, meeting the stranger’s gaze. Smiling, he bowed his head slightly. “My name’s Pyo Jihoon.”
















