Sensing her reluctance, Jihoon crossed the room and sat down beside her, careful to keep a respectful distance. "You know,Miss Christiana." he began, his tone quiet but steady, "back in the kitchen, I may have promised Mr Kirish a delicacy that he'll never get to taste in his life. It was a bold claim."
Jiho raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze for the first time, a glimmer of curiosity breaking through her sadness. "Oh?" she whispered, her voice soft but edged with a hint of intrigue.
Jihoon nodded, letting a grin spread across his face. "Yep. And you know what? That delicacy isn't even food. It's something else." He paused, letting her lean in, the tiniest spark of interest in her eyes.
Jiho glanced at Jihoon with a faint, playful smile, her eyes gleaming with that rare spark he cherished. "Is that so?" she teased, raising an eyebrow, her voice holding a touch of mischief.
