“What’s with the ‘wow’? Seriously…”
“I just didn’t think you were even capable of feeling lonely.”
Even though he was older, Woohui spoke to him however she pleased, with absolutely no sign of respect.
But Wooheon had no desire to correct her—he’d given up on that long ago.
He slowly stirred his drink, the clink of ice against the mug filling the quiet between them.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
‘Do I really need to tell her this?’
Wooheon had never talked about anything outside of work.
He’d already regretted asking Wooseok about molting—and this time, it was about dating, which made things even more embarrassing.
Still, aside from Woohui, there was no one else he could turn to.
Wooseok didn’t seem any better at dating than he was.
At least Woohui had had her share of relationships and kept a wide circle of friends.
Unlike most black mambas, her personality was easygoing—almost weasel-like.
Well—maybe a little more fiery.
Wooheon, visibly nervous, began biting his lip.
