The night after the eggplant disaster, Jiyeon decided they needed a break. Something fun, something outside the kitchen. She'd been cooped up between restaurants and pop-up events for so long that she was starting to see sauce stains in her dreams. And Yura—well, Yura was in desperate need of a reminder that not everything in life could be fixed with a snappy executive decision.
"We need a night out," Jiyeon declared as they sat on the couch that evening, Yura's feet propped lazily on Jiyeon's lap while she scrolled through emails on her phone.
Yura didn't look up. "Out? Like a date?"
Jiyeon scoffed, gently pushing Yura's feet off her lap and standing up. "No. Like drinks, dancing, something that involves not wearing an apron or sitting in front of a conference call."
Yura's brow arched as she set her phone down. "Jiyeon, honey, you hate dancing. The last time you tried, you knocked over a table. With your butt."
