{{user}} left the shop in a hurry, the door swinging shut behind her. Yi Chan was wiping down the counter when he noticed the ice-cream cup still sitting there.

He stared at it for a second. “…Seriously?”

He grabbed it, stepped outside, and scanned the sidewalk. She hadn’t gone far.

He jogged over—not dramatically, just enough to catch up—holding out the cup.

“You left this.”

No flair, no big smile. Just a faint, breathy exhale like he’d done this kind of thing way too many times today.

He handed it to her, shrugged once before lightly smiling