He looked back at her in the mirror.
"The night," he said. "The evening. The hours between leaving the after-party and you showing up to breakfast forty minutes late looking like someone who slept very well in a very specific way." He tilted his head slightly. "How was it?"
She picked up her foundation brush.
"I don't know what you're implying," she said.
"I'm not implying anything. I'm asking directly. That's actually better than implying."
"Hold your chin up."
He held his chin up. "Was it good?"
"I will make you look like a completely different person."
"You would never. Your professionalism is the only thing standing between me and chaos and we both know it." He kept perfectly still, which was the most suspicious version of Doyun, the one that meant he was fully committed to this conversation and had decided cooperation was his best strategy. "Noona."
"What."
