“Wait, could I have a little spoon please?” Rubbing his eyes again, Howon tries to blink his drowsiness away while he watches the waiter set down Jinae’s cake.

“Sure,” the waiter answers once all the orders are arranged neatly on the table, bowing his head a little as he walks away. Howon expects him to leave to get the spoon, but instead he feels arms lightly embracing him from behind.