The clicking sound of the clock resonated in the room, marking the passage of time, while the soft, cold winds blowing outside slipped through the slightly ajar windows, adding a crisp chill to the air.
Yui had quickly dressed her after the earlier awkward incident, and now I found myself seated at the dining table, facing Seo.
She sat across from me, her eyes fixed on the breakfast Yui had prepared, her fingers lightly gripping the edge of the plate as if anchoring herself.
Although only a few minutes had passed since we sat down, the tension in the air was palpable.
The nervousness and embarrassment from the incident still lingered between us, like an unspoken weight neither of us knew how to address.
My stomach growled quietly, reminding me of my hunger, but it felt wrong—rude even—to just start eating with Seo still so visibly shaken.
