"Them?" Suga tried to choose his words carefully, "If I may ask, who do you mean by 'them'...?"
It was like a switch flipped in his head, as if Madam Michelle just realized what had slipped from his mouth. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief neatly stored in his pocket and narrowed his eyes at Suga. Clearly, nervousness, for whatever reason, was written all over his face.
Although, the expression quickly vanished as Madam Michelle flashed his trademark smile again, patting Suga's shoulder with a laugh.
"Suga... can we talk later, after your shift? Oh, and by the way, today is bottle girls' day. It might be better if you don't take the day off."
"Bottle girls' day?" Suga furrowed his brows deeper, mumbling, "What's that?"
