Throughout the night, the woman stayed near Sincho.
Laughing. Talking. Touching his arm.
Seo Seong watched quietly.
Until she stepped forward.
Her hand slipped into Sincho's.
A natural move.
"I think he's busy," she said softly.
Silence.
The woman stepped back, eyes sharp.
Sincho looked at Seo Seong.
That wasn't just acting.
And he knew it.