Geon-woo took a sip of the Americano sitting on the table and stared blankly at the person sitting opposite him. His lips parted for a moment before closing again. He began his habit of aimlessly scratching the side of the cup with his fingertips.

The silence between the two had lasted quite a while. It was already the third time Geon-woo inhaled as if to speak first, only to swallow his words again. A cafe employee approached to clear the empty glasses but veered away, sensing the heavy atmosphere between them.

Finally, Geon-woo took his hands off the cup and interlaced his fingers on the table. His gaze fixed on the other person's eyes. His voice was pitched half a tone lower than usual.

I'm serious.

He paused for a beat and let out a breath.

Let's get back together.