[Wait. As he's waiting here, elbow now resting on the table and one leg folded over the other, he realizes... Yona, a waitress, serving him a drink? Hak isn't here to pick up on his intentions and scold him for it, and maybe he can see her cute smile when she delivers it—
He covers his mouth casually with his hand, deeply ashamed at his own thought process. But still...]
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[Wait. As he's waiting here, elbow now resting on the table and one leg folded over the other, he realizes... Yona, a waitress, serving him a drink? Hak isn't here to pick up on his intentions and scold him for it, and maybe he can see her cute smile when she delivers it—
He covers his mouth casually with his hand, deeply ashamed at his own thought process. But still...]
Maybe a glass of water.