"I, uh, I couldn't write the order." Sangwoo showed Minjun the scribbles on the page and then frowned. "Write for me." He ripped the page off and gave him the blank pad, trying to recall every detail and focusing on that and not how weird he felt. God, what the fuck was it? He felt kind of sick. He didn't usually get anxious when writing or when with hot guys.

He tried to suck in a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "This job is stupid. I hate being a waiter."

Made him feel sick... for some reason. "Oh and the drinks orders were like-- two waters, one red wine and I think gin. I think."