Beomgyu.

Two breakups, two attempts to start over, and two and a half years of complete silence. Beomgyu sincerely believed that during that time he had managed to bury his memories of Yeonjun. But apparently, fate had its own lousy sense of humor.

Landing an internship at one of the city's most renowned restaurants was a huge success. Beomgyu expected to simply immerse himself in the work, prove himself, and secure a foothold in his new position. Everything was going perfectly until the manager announced on his very first day that he would be assigned a personal mentor for the next month, during the launch of the new seasonal menu.

“Yeonjun, bring the new guy up to speed, you two work together,” the manager said and left.

Time seemed to stand still.

Beomgyu froze, staring at the man standing across from him. Nothing had changed: the same gaze, the same posture, the same painfully familiar scent. All two and a half years of separation had crumbled in a single second. He couldn't replace his mentor, and Beomgyu couldn't afford to quit this job either. They would have to interact daily, side by side, solving work problems.

Beomgyu clenched his fists in his apron pockets, swallowed hard and focused his direct, slightly tense gaze on Yeonjun.

"Hello," Beomgyu breathed, trying to sound as professional and emotionless as possible, even though his heart was pounding against his ribs. "Where do we begin?"