“How much are these, anyway?”
“Want me to buy you the whole tray?”
“A-ah, no!”
Startled, Yueul waved both hands.
“Don’t worry, we’ll use ‘his’ money, not mine.”
Woohui gave Wooheon’s card a little shake.
Yueul glanced at it, worry written plain across his face.
One look at the shopping bags stuffed into the trunk and back seat was enough to tell him how much she’d already burned through.
“Uh... I think I’m fine with only this one.”
He picked up another macaron, this one green-tea, and took a bite, savoring it as Woohui kept talking.
Before heading home, he resolved to pack some up for Wooheon too.
He’d hate them, of course—but that didn’t matter.
If he refused, Yueul would just eat them himself.
Feeling lighter, his weasel ears popped up again.
* * *
Woohui dropped Yueul off in front of his place.
She helped with the bags, walked him right up to the door, and gave him a hearty smack on the back.
