As the clock ticked past midnight, Flavor of Seoul was a whirlwind of organized (mostly) chaos. The last of the guests were trickling out, their laughter and satisfied sighs blending with the clinking of dishes and the hum of closing-time routines. Jiyeon wiped sweat from her brow and sank into a stool, exhaustion weighing down her limbs.
Kang, who was scrubbing down the last of the pots, flashed her a grin that could only be described as villainous. "You look like someone stuffed you into the dishwasher, Jiyeon. Need me to call a tow truck to wheel you home?"
Jiyeon shot him a look that could have curdled cream. "Very funny, Kang. Remind me to revoke your access to all truffle-related privileges."
Kang feigned a gasp. "Not the truffles! You'd deprive your hardworking sous-chef of life's only joy?"
"Keep pushing your luck, and you'll be working double shifts to atone," Jiyeon quipped, but the corners of her mouth twitched with a smile.
