"What are you two doing here?" Al asked, his voice tinged with bewilderment.
His tone carried a slight rasp—not from fear, but from a pressure building between confusion and caution. Almost unconsciously, his hand brushed the rim of the cup of coffee that had long gone cold, as if seeking some form of comfort through the mundane gesture.
Yura, wearing a flat and composed expression, finally spoke.
"And what's so wrong if I come to visit my boyfriend?" she said casually, her words accompanied by a faint smile that appeared almost dazzling in the eyes of the workers. Yet to Al, that very smile was nothing short of nauseating.
The statement alone was enough to send waves of disbelief rippling through the laborers. The very boy they had thought of as nothing more than a servant now stood being claimed by a woman of such striking beauty. Some of them even began to harbor the thought that they themselves would have been far more deserving than Al.
