The four of us step into our iconic restaurant again.
Yes. This place.
The one where everything in my life officially went off the rails.
Nothing has changed. Fairy lights are still everywhere. Warm yellow bulbs twinkle over tables. Fake snowflakes hang from the ceiling because yes, it's Christmas season and nobody is letting it go.
The moment we walk in, I feel it.
The stares.
The waiter freezes mid-step. One staff member nudges another. I hear whispering that is not subtle at all.
"Oh. They're back."
"Look, look—our iconic couples."
Great. We've upgraded from customers to local legend.
I glance around, already regretting my life choices, while Jiang stands way too close to me, calm as ever, like he isn't part of a public exhibition.
Yuyu grins. Zeyan pretends not to notice.
Yep.
Again—yes, as you might've already guessed, readers—even on a crazy Christmas evening like this, the manager himself comes out to greet us.
