. . .
"Hon?"
The chef in his shining uniform furrowed his brows while fixing his glares to Jin. A few seconds ago, he was looking down on Jin, but now that their both standing in full height, he had to look up.
"Do you have any problem with that, Chef?" Jin asked.
"Well, I think that's unfortunate then," he smirked--enough to piss the candies off of Jin. "But without a ring on her finger, I guess it's not the end of the story yet. Someone... can still take their chances. Am I right?"
For a few seconds, Zeirenne felt like seeing a clash between fire and ice inside that room. The two men were contesting each other with glares that continued for minutes until Jin decided to use his advantage. He took Zeirenne had and shoved it into view--right at the unnamed chef's face. "Doesn't matter if we're married or not 'cause I'm telling you this already: there's no way I'd let you take even an inch forward. You have to go through me first."
