It was approaching 5 PM, and Haeun felt like she was drowning in her own panic.
Her hands trembled as she walked with the drama club group through the campus corridors, her mind spinning with catastrophic scenarios.
Eunchae would definitely recognize her. There was no way her coworker wouldn't put two and two together when she saw Haeun walking into the restaurant with a group of students, especially when Seo Minho was among them.
What if Eunchae called out to her? What if she revealed to Minho that she was the masked waitress? The thought made her stomach churn violently.
Her breathing became shallow and rapid. Sweat beaded on her forehead despite the cool evening air, and every step toward Goyung Garden felt like walking toward her own execution.
"Hey," a gentle voice said beside her. "Are you alright?"
