Jiyeon hadn't been seated for more than five minutes when her fingers started twitching. Her eyes darted back toward the kitchen, scanning the scene like a hawk ready to pounce on the slightest sign of disaster. The tea Yura had so kindly placed in front of her remained untouched, cooling as the aroma mingled with the lingering scent of lobster and fresh herbs.
Yura, who had been watching her like a hawk herself, finally broke the silence. "Jiyeon, I swear if you get up from that chair, I will glue you to it."
Jiyeon huffed, shooting her a sideways glance. "I'm not going to get up. I'm just... watching."
"Uh-huh. Sure you are." Yura's voice dripped with skepticism as she crossed her arms. "I know that look. You're already mentally correcting the plating on that table in the corner."
"Am not."
