There was something grounded in the way the people smiled, laughing at each other in merriment that made even Eun-woo slip off his rigid mask.
While Lin-hae and Min-joon argued amongst themselves and Haon chastised them in an attempt to look somewhat responsible, his gaze fixed on a particular stand that sold cheesy penny buns, the kind that pulled once you broke it apart.
His face softened. Ah-In, who'd been walking close to him, noticed his gaze. "Senior brother Eun-woo, do you like those kinds of buns?" She asked.
There was a lilt of surprise in her voice, which was justified considering how Eun-woo wasn't known to indulge in such things. His palate was blander, more refined. Ah-In, like many others, couldn't fathom the idea of Eun-woo eating street food.
