Jiyeon and Yura had barely stood up from their table when Kang came barreling toward them like a tornado of chaos wrapped in a suit. He had two drinks in hand and a grin that screamed trouble.
"Well, look who finally decided to join the party!" Kang practically shouted, thrusting one of the drinks toward Jiyeon.
"I didn't 'decide' anything," Jiyeon grumbled, pushing the drink back toward him. "You dragged us out here. And seriously, what the hell is this? A glass of gasoline?"
Kang feigned offense, clutching his chest. "It's called tequila, Jiyeon. I thought chefs were supposed to know their drinks."
"I know enough to stay away from whatever concoction you're holding," she shot back, crossing her arms. "Last time I listened to you, I ended up passed out in the back of a taxi with a hangover that lasted two days."
Yura raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh, I missed that one. What happened?"
