"I feel like a dick." Sangwoo complained as he walked after his friend, wearing a suit and a bowtie that Minjun had managed to get him. Apparently tonight was a special occasion and the company had contacted an outside source to recruit waiters for one night only. And Minjun just had to go and join up so he tagged along. Reluctantly but protectively.

He'd never worn a suit before, he didn't had a cap on or anything, it all felt really odd to him. He was mostly just glad he'd covered most of his tattoos and he didn't need to show his ID to get the job.

"What do we do then? Just serve and listen?"