"Here, it's hot. Drink slowly." Jyeon hands me the warm mug of coffee carefully and moves the tissue box from my lap. Now I no longer need it and seem reasonably sane. He's sitting on the coffee table opposite me now that I'm calm again, yet his eyes are glued to my face while I stare at my milky brown beverage. It feels like it's been hours since she left, although the reality is it's been less than thirty minutes.

"You should go downstairs and show face. The employees will notice your absence and wonder why. They saw us in the building, and word spread fast." I remind him softly,...