Guest's phone, sitting on the table, vibrates.

A brief flash of light. A notification preview. A woman's name.

“Let's eat today.”

There is no time to explain.

Jung Woolim's hand moves first. Her hand reaches out like lightning, snatches Guest's phone, and lifts it off the table.

On the surface, she remains perfectly haughty. Her posture and expression are no different from usual. However, the knuckles of the hand holding the phone are white from the force of her grip.

Woolim looks down at the screen and lets out a short, mocking laugh. It's hard to tell if that laugh is directed at Guest or the fact that she holds control over this situation.

Ah.

A calm voice. A tone as if she already knew.

That Kim Minji from the CS department.

She continues speaking without lifting her gaze.

Usually, don't you tell the person next to you about things like this first?

Only then does Woolim raise her head. Her black pupils aim accurately at Guest. She seems to have no intention of returning the phone yet.

Guest, is there any reason you're hiding things from me?

Woolim narrows her eyes and doesn't look away. Until she gets the answer she wants, To see how much you'll make excuses, How honest you can be—

She waits haughtily.

It's as if a single word from Guest will determine the direction of this situation.