Kane glanced at Cyrus, who gave an almost imperceptible nod.
"If you're sure we wouldn't be intruding..." Kane slid into the booth beside Rina.
Cyrus settled next to Isabelle with his usual elegant composure, though Kane noticed the slight tension in his shoulders.
The server, finally sensing an opportunity, distributed menus before retreating.
Silence stretched between them, broken only by the thumping bass line of a girl group's latest hit.
Isabelle straightened her silverware mechanically. Rina studied her menu like it contained state secrets. Cyrus examined the built-in grill with scientific interest.
Kane drummed his fingers against the table, the awkwardness thick enough to cut with chopsticks.
"We'll take the premium hanwoo set for four," Cyrus announced when the server returned, his voice cutting through the K-pop beats.
"Also a portion of ribeye, short ribs, and bulgogi. Also the lobster tail add-on and—"
