episode 2
218 Words
Eunji placed his cup on the counter, interrupting his reverie. “Here you go. One Americano.”
“Thank you, Eunji,” Jihoon said, taking the cup and savoring the aroma.
He found a seat by the window, where he could watch the world go by and steal glances at Eunji. There was a tranquility in these moments that he cherished. Yet, tonight felt different. A sense of foreboding lingered in the air, as if the shadows were whispering of danger.
As the evening wore on, the café emptied, leaving only a few late-night patrons. Jihoon noticed a man in a dark coat enter and take a seat in the corner, his eyes never leaving Eunji. Something about him felt wrong. Jihoon’s instincts, honed over centuries, screamed at him to be cautious.
Eunji approached the man with a polite smile, taking his order. Jihoon’s eyes narrowed as he observed the interaction. The man’s gaze was predatory, and his smile held no warmth. Jihoon’s grip on his cup tightened, the porcelain threatening to c***k under his strength.
When Eunji returned to the counter, Jihoon stood and approached her. “Eunji, do you know that man?”
She glanced at the stranger and shook her head. “No, why?”
“Just be careful,” Jihoon said, his voice low.
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