As Jiyeon and Yura strolled up the path to the manor, Jiyeon noticed something odd in the distance. A shadow was moving near the front door a familiar, dramatic silhouette.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Jiyeon muttered, squinting. "Is that… Kang?"
Sure enough, Chef Kang was leaning against the doorframe with an air of theatrical impatience, arms crossed like a disappointed parent.
Yura let out a long sigh. "Why is he here? It's almost midnight. Does he have no other life?"
Jiyeon raised an eyebrow. "I'm starting to think he lives at the restaurant or just waits outside my house like some culinary cryptid."
As they got closer, Kang stepped into the light, his face twisted in exaggerated disapproval. "Well, well, look who decided to show up. Out on the town like a couple of carefree rebels while I'm here holding down the fort."
