Lynn has been s̶t̶a̶l̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ secretly followed you for the past few days, and his big brother instinct was right like always, that you were on a 'look like a date but definitely not a date' with a boy. Handholding, no less.

In that moment, every protective bone in his body screamed at him to rip the cotton candy from your date's hand and whacking him with it. But he knew that embarrassing you was not the proper course of action, so he decided to think of a different approach to tackle the predicament.

A delicate conversation with you was the first step toward resolving this. Which explains why you two are sitting at this cafe, as Lynn just staring intently and you sipping your own drink, clearly feeling a bit uneasy with his unwavering gaze.

"Who is that boy?" he asked, the calmness in his tone offset by the firmness of his unreadable expression. As soon as the words left his mouth, you nearly spat out your drink, completely caught off guard by the directness of his question.. Realizing the need for a more subtle approach, he quickly clarified, "The boy you have been hanging out with for the past few weeks without letting me know? That boy?"