"Huh? Isn’t it hot out? Want something cold to drink?"

Hongju gave the manager a polite nod and headed for the staff room. After dropping off his bag and tying on his apron, he stepped back out—and the customers flooded in. There wasn’t even a second to spare to think about Mu-gyeong. All Hongju could do was brew coffee and wash dishes, over and over.

"Why’s he coming by so often without saying anything? Feels like we’re being watched."

The manager muttered, sounding vaguely annoyed.

"……."

He didn’t know any better. Mu-gyeong was not the kind of person to surveil anyone this obviously.

"Yeah, he has been showing up a lot lately."