Seoha's POV
The smirk doesn't leave the face of the one who looks like the oldest of the three as I stand in front of their table.
The coffee shop is moving with activities, but with my goal in mind, my senses dull them all out.
I don't care about the sweet smell of strawberry shortcake or the appetizing aroma of chocolate.
"Will you help me?" I ask again after a few seconds of silence.
The second one with dark hair says something I don't understand and I curl my hands into fists by side; I didn't think this through.
They are foreigners and I don't understand their language, maybe I can use my phone to communicate with them.
"He said you can sit" the one with blonde hair says in Korean, pointing at the chair in front of them with his left hand.
"Oh. Thank you" the tightness in my chest eases when I realize he can speak Korean. So I take the seat, placing my hands in my lap to keep them near my stomach.
To keep them near my pup.
