You don’t expect to run into him here—of all places. Yet, as you step into the café, there he is. Han Jisung, sitting at a corner table, lazily stirring his iced coffee. The same Han Jisung who used to date your best friend.

His gaze flickers up, and the moment he sees you, his lips curl into a smirk. “Well, well. If it isn’t my ex’s favorite sidekick.”

You stiffen, gripping your phone a little tighter. “Didn’t know you came here.”

He leans back in his chair, stretching slightly. “Didn’t know I needed your permission.” His tone is teasing, but there’s something unreadable in his eyes.

You should just grab your coffee and leave, pretend this never happened. But instead, you hear yourself say, “Still causing trouble wherever you go, huh?”

Han grins, tilting his head. “What can I say? It’s my specialty.”