Five whole minutes pass.
No one talks.
Everyone just… exists.
My eyes, unfortunately, keep drifting back to Yuze's hoodie sleeve. There's a very obvious milk stain on it. Dried. Crusty. Traumatizing.
I sigh. Loud. Dramatic.
"Okay," I say, folding my arms. "How about you give us some time to think, Mr. CEO and Miss Corum Fashion Industry."
Shin Feng stiffens instantly. Her eyebrow twitches.
"My name is Shin Feng—"
"Sure," Yuze cuts in lazily, not even looking at her. "Take your time."
Wow.
CEO privilege is real.
"I'll come back tomorrow," he adds, then tilts his head like he's planning his grocery list. "Uh… I'll have bread. And jam."
I stare at him.
This man really thinks my apartment is a café.
"It's not your breakfast center," I say flatly. "And I have zero intention of giving any answer in one day. Just leave your card. I'll contact you myself."
Yuze smiles, unbothered, like I just agreed to his marriage proposal.
"That works too."
