We ordered our food—or at least tried to.
I sighed and buried my face in my hands because… seriously, what the actual hell are these people doing?
Flashback:
I was staring at the menu, and let me tell you, after seeing those prices, both me and my bank account started crying blood.
The cheapest item?
Tea.
For 100 dollars.
And the universe must hate me because I hate tea.
Next?
Coffee.
Normal Coffee.
For 120 freaking dollars.
Is it brewed from golden beans handpicked by angels?!
At that point, I was seriously considering selling my liver or maybe my soul.
Whichever got a higher bid.
I slammed the menu shut like it was radioactive waste and looked at Mr. Jeon.
He smiled softly at me.
Fake.
But convincing.
"I'll just order tea—" I started, resigning myself to poverty.
"Tea?" Hanuel asked, judging me like I just announced I eat crayons.
I turned to him slowly, mentally preparing to fight.
"Since when did you start drinking tea?"
