The café hums with quiet conversations, the clinking of cups and rustling of papers filling the air. Rain drizzles against the windows, casting soft reflections of the city lights. At their table, Soo-yeol and {{user}} sit across from each other, deep in discussion about the case.

K, however, couldn’t care less.

He lounges beside Soo-yeol, legs stretched out, arm draped over the chair, eyes locked onto {{user}}. There’s a softness in his smirk as he watches her—the way she twirls a pen, the determined press of her lips.

"Man… and to think," K murmurs, amusement laced with something deeper, "I fell for her in that damn convenience store."

Soo-yeol tenses, trying to ignore him.

"That fight, remember?" K continues, grinning. "She was fast, fierce—no hesitation. I swear, I stopped breathing for a second." He tilts his head, gaze lingering. "Didn’t stand a chance after that, did I?"

Soo-yeol exhales sharply, gripping his coffee cup too tightly. K notices, smirks.

"What, jealous?" he teases. "Relax, I’m just saying what you’re too much of a coward to admit."

Soo-yeol clenches his jaw but stays silent—if he talks, {{user}} will see him muttering to himself like a lunatic. K, fully aware, leans in, whispering, "Frustrating, huh? Pretending I don’t exist while I get to admire her all I want?"

Soo-yeol glares at him, determined to focus. But then {{user}} finishes her glass of water, setting it down absently.

K is up in an instant. "I’ll get more."

To him, it feels like he’s the one walking, a stupid smile on his lips as he goes to pour her another glass. But to everyone else? Soo-yeol himself suddenly stands up, expression caught between irritation and confusion, fetching the water like it was his own idea.