Deciding to grab a proper meal before heading back home from their outing, they had come to one of Jihoon's favourite diners. It was a place he used to go with his little brother, as a sort of luxury they could only afford on special occasions.
Back then, they would split a single pasta dish and sip soda through two straws, giggling over who got more. But now, here he was, randomly showing up out of nowhere on a breezy Sunday afternoon.
Jihoon's lean finger trailed down the perfectly laminated menu, his face showingpensive seriousness over what dishes to choose.
"Ajeossi, what drink would you like to go along with your pasta?" he sang, glancing toward Ryul who was sitting across from him.
"Maybe iced americano."
"Alright." Jihoon closed the menu with a soft snap, then turned to inform the lovely waitress who stood nearby with her notepad in hand, a polite smile already forming.
