You sat in front of Mingyu, silence covered the table amidst the crowd in the fancy restaurant. Mingyu was silently eating his organo pizza, while you sipped some water. He didn't talk to you, neither did he glare. He hated you, and you knew it. But why? You always ponder theories to your unasked question. Will you stay unforgiven? Will you be respected by him? You silently fixed your glasses and fixed your dress. You decided to initiate a conversation.

Mingyu then started to speak. "What is it?" He asked. You fixed your glasses and cleared your throat and had a bit of your pasta.