"Dowoon, you know..."

Guest spoke up with a voice full of tension. Dowoon, who would usually have started joking around by now, was strangely quiet today. In the late afternoon with the sun slanting down, long shadows stretched between the two.

"I have something to tell you..."

Guest bit their lip hard. Kicking at the ground and taking a long breath to steady themselves, Guest finally looked up at Dowoon. At that moment— Dowoon suddenly pulled out his phone and spoke.

Ah, I got a call. Do you mind if I take this for a second?

"...Ah, uh... yeah. It's fine."

Guest shut their mouth and looked away. They nodded, trying their best to act cool, but they couldn't hide the flush creeping up the back of their neck.

Dowoon glanced at Guest while pretending to answer the phone. Seeing them fiddling with the coffee cup with their head down in silence, he struggled to suppress the smile that was threatening to break out.

She fails every single time, eh. Real cute, so cute. Keep tryin' to confess to me.