The sound of the apartment door opening drew Joon-ho and Harin's attention from the dining table. Madam Seo stepped in, a sharp blazer draped over her shoulders and both arms loaded with large takeout bags that gave off the mouthwatering smell of fried chicken. A six-pack of beer cans clinked together in one of the bags.
"Surprise," she announced, slipping off her shoes neatly by the entryway. "I figured you two just got back to Seoul and probably didn't have anything decent to eat. Fried chicken and beer solve everything."
Harin was already on her feet, hurrying over to take the bags from her. "Unnie, you didn't have to! We already had food."
Madam Seo raised an eyebrow, shrugging out of her blazer. "Really? I thought for sure you'd just collapse on the bed and forget dinner. Looks like I underestimated you."
