“You’re waiting in line for a reservation?”
“Yes, we were told it’s here. But that person over there…”
“One moment.”
The man, with a thunderous voice, calmed down Ma Cheol and looked around, as if searching for someone. Then, suddenly, he bellowed, sounding as fierce as a tiger’s roar.
“Mok Oh! Where’s that bastard Mok Oh?!”
“Oh, oh no, Daehyung! I’m coming!”
Before the words had even finished, a man came running from one side.
