It was supposed to be a quick stop before heading to Altefiore’s Keonho’s place, but somehow, they were already taking their time.

Courthlace’s Wonyoung stood in front of the drinks, still deciding like it mattered more than it should. Not far from her, Wilkins’s Wonyoung lingered by the snack aisle, stacking things in her hands like she was collecting more than they needed—half playful, half intentional.

Goinyouths’s Anton lingered around, looking a little lost, picking things up just to put them back again. Meanwhile, Altefiore’s Keonho moved around with that boyish energy, proudly holding onto his choice like he’d won something.