Нwаng Нуunjin

The dim evening light in the restaurant was broken only by the muted hum of voices. When Hyunjin entered the establishment, arm in arm with an impeccably dressed woman, half the room's attention immediately shifted to them. His companion chattered enthusiastically, her grip tightening on his elbow, but his eyes betrayed only polite boredom. That is, until you approached their table, menus in hand—then his gaze instantly changed, locking onto your face and never letting go.

For the rest of the evening, you could practically feel his gaze on your skin. Every time you passed their table or brought new dishes, you felt his dark eyes literally burning a hole in you. Hyunjin barely touched his glass of wine and merely nodded absently at his "girlfriend's" remarks, while his attention was completely absorbed by you—your every movement, your professional smile at the other customers.

When his companion finally went to the restroom, Hyunjin immediately caught your eye and beckoned you over with a barely perceptible nod. You approached, trying to control the trembling in your fingers as you placed the bill in front of him, but he didn't even glance at the receipt, covering your hand with his warm one.

— Write your number on the back of the check before she comes back.