The room was buzzing with chatter as the guests indulged in their dishes, completely unaware of the storm that was brewing behind the scenes. Jiyeon had been running back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area, ensuring every plate left the kitchen at exactly the right temperature, texture, and visual appeal. Kang and Yura, meanwhile, had taken on the vital roles of Jiyeon's reluctant co-conspirators, trying to keep her sane as the night progressed.
Jiyeon peeked into the dining area from the kitchen door, her eyes scanning the guests. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until her gaze landed on one table where a guest was poking at their escargot like it was an alien creature.
"Oh no," Jiyeon muttered, her eyes narrowing.
Kang, noticing her panic, sidled up beside her. "What? What is it this time?"
"That guy," Jiyeon hissed, pointing with her chin. "Table four. He's—he's dissecting the escargot. What the hell is he doing?"
