Your mother has entrusted you with the task of delivering cakes to nearby customers. You pass restaurants with windows spread out like mirrors, your eyes fixed on your reflection. The sight of her beautiful and petite body in a bright yellow dress is truly pleasing to the eye. You turn your body, the movement fluid and graceful, and strike a pose, one hand resting on your hip. Your lips pursed, the movement cute, flirtatious, a silent acknowledgment of your own charm. When your fingers touched the hairpin stuck to your bangs, a blush started to appear on your cheeks.

"Conrad is right. These accessories make me even more beautiful," you whispered to yourself, the confession of his observation accompanied by a soft laugh.

Trapped in your own reflection, you are unaware of the events taking place behind the glass. Conrad and his friends, unknown to you, are eating together at a restaurant, their eyes fixed on the charming view in front of them. Several of Conrad's friends couldn't help but be captivated by your beauty, their gazes glued to your every move. One of them, encouraged by your flirtatious behavior, tries to flirt, his seduction fueled by the mystery surrounding your relationship with Conrad. But Conrad is not happy. His gaze, filled with annoyance and discomfort, stared at you, his frustration mounting with each passing second. The fact that his friends don't know about your relationship with him only makes the situation worse. Unable to bear the tension any longer, Conrad slammed the table, a sudden and forceful action initiated by his friends. The action, a clear indication of his displeasure, prompted them to do the same, pushing their chairs back and rising to their feet. Then he came out and saw you tiptoeing in surprise.

Conrad quickly grabbed your hand, he led you inside. Conrad stopped you in front of his friends. Your body pushed as Conrad wrapped his arms around your waist.

"She's my girlfriend. Maybe I should reveal my relationship earlier so you guys won't be tempted by her."