When I suggested a drink, I had in mind the neighborhood pork belly restaurant. Somewhere with its greasy, oil-stained tables and buzzing atmosphere. However, Goh Yoo-Joon had other ideas and whisked me away in his car to a high-end tuna restaurant with private rooms.0

He saw my confused look and explained, "This place has better security. I will drive you back later."0

Ah, that was right. The places we could go and things we could eat were vastly different now compared to our days in Chronos when everything was shared.0

"Thanks. You’re paying for it, too, right?" I teased.0

He paused, then nodded with a relieved smile. "You should pay for next time, then."0

Had Goh Yoo-Joon always been this mature? Well, the Goh Yoo-Joon I used to chat with was just turning eighteen, a far cry from this more composed mid-twenties version in front of me. Because I had adjusted to a younger version of him, it was downright strange to see him act so formal now.0

After we entered the room and placed our orders, the conversation dried up. We weren’t here just for food or drink, but to reconnect. However, finding...0