The door to the Promise had barely been pushed open and the muffled sound of music was already echoing from inside. Salin went straight up to Jun-ho's office.
— I went there. It's taken care of.
— You didn't have to go, Sali.
— Oh… I wanted to. Quitting by email would've been awful. Took the chance to see Yomin and Jae.
— The Min-min couple? Still bothering you?
Salin held back a small smile.
— Yeah.
Jun-ho went back to his papers. Not exactly the reaction Salin expected.
— You going home now? — he asked, with that neutral tone that really meant I'm holding back a storm but still figuring out how to say it.
— No. I have to head out.
— Can I come? — Salin asked, nervously fiddling with his hands. It was what he really wanted.
— Actually… — Jun-ho tossed the report on the desk. — No. — he said, flat.
Salin's eyes scanned Jun-ho like he was reading between the lines. He walked over to the desk… and sat right on top of it.
— You're acting like a robot, you know that?
