Sora's POV
I skimmed the document again, then, and because I act before I think, I read the name out loud.
"Jiho Young…"
The café noise faded just enough for the name to land between us.
"…He has the same last name as you," I added slowly, lifting my eyes to Yeongjae. "Are you two related?"
I didn't get an answer.
Because Yeongjae was already moving.
Two long strides and he was past me, past the counter, his expression tightening into something sharp and dangerous as his gaze locked onto the man Yejin had been sitting with earlier.
The man looked up just in time.
What happened next stole the air from my lungs.
Yeongjae grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him up, dragging him straight out of the café like gravity itself had chosen a side.
"Yeongjae—!" I gasped, rushing to the window.
Outside, they stood inches apart, voices low but heated, hands gesturing sharply. Whatever they were saying, it wasn't friendly. Yeongjae looked furious, while I couldn't figure out the other.
