The dining room was less crowded now.
Most people had eaten already.
Soorin grabbed a table by the window.
Ordered iced tea.
Waited.
Minjae showed up ten minutes later.
Hair damp from showering.
Clean clothes.
Smelling like soap and cologne.
"Hey."
"Hi. You look exhausted."
"I am. Choreographer Min is brutal."
He sat down.
Ordered food.
They made small talk.
About the workshops.
About the resort.
About nothing important.
But something felt off.
He kept looking at her like he wanted to say something.
"What?" she finally asked.
"Nothing. Just... you seem distant."
"I'm tired."
"Are you sure that's all?"
"Yeah. Why?"
He hesitated.
"I don't know. You've been different since we got here."
"Different how?"
"Quieter. More in your head."
She didn't know how to respond.
Because he was right.
"I'm just processing a lot. Work stuff. The investigation. Everything."
"Is it about Haejin?"
Her stomach dropped.
"What? No. Why would you—"
