The VIP restaurant was an oasis of quiet luxury, all soft lighting, plush booths, and the discreet clink of fine china. But for Rinwoo, stepping into it felt like walking into a cage. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs, his palms slick with sweat. He hesitated at the entrance, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on her.
Yuna sat poised in a secluded booth, a picture of elegant distress. She looked up as he approached, her eyes instantly welling with tears she had practiced in the mirror.
Rinwoo froze for a second, then bowed slightly, his movements stiff with anxiety. "Y-Yuna-ssi," he greeted, his voice barely a whisper. He slid into the seat across from her, his posture rigid, every instinct telling him to flee.
Yuna didn't waste time. A single, perfect tear traced down her cheek. "Thank you for coming," she whispered, her voice trembling with manufactured emotion. She dabbed her eye with a napkin. "I… I didn't know who else to turn to."
