Mikhail followed Ricardo around.

From the moment they left the café to now, Mikhail had been following Ricardo like a stalker.

He couldn’t explain why he was following, and he couldn’t come up with a plausible excuse, so he just silently followed Ricardo, making a nuisance of himself.

Even at the café.

-Then I’ll go.

At the store selling Mandrake candies.

-Why do you keep following me?

And here at the tteokbokki shop, Mikhail was still following Ricardo, making a nuisance of himself.

Ricardo, with a towel on his head, walked into the kitchen, bidding farewell.

“I’ll go do my …