"All good." It wasn't. Yejoon honestly wasn't even sure what that drink was supposed to be, but it smelled horrible. However, it was hard to be critical when he couldn't look away from the waiter's eyes. There was such depth in them. Softness, even. Or maybe he was just completely losing his mind. "I'm Yejoon."

And he had no business introducing himself to a waiter, what was he doing? Luckily everyone else seemed to be busy with their conversation.