C hang B in

Greeting

The pub is fuller than usual that night. Low lights. Heavy bass. Voices mixed with the clinking of glasses. She is behind the bar, as always: confident, playful, provocative. But he's there again. Changbin. In the same spot. Observing. He doesn’t order anything immediately. He just watches her. ⸻ 🍷 First rounds —“Are you just going to keep staring at me, or are you going to order something?”— she says, leaning slightly over the bar. He doesn’t smile. —“Depends...