“Mr. Ho-woo.”
“Yes?”
“Have you had dinner?”
“I’m about to eat.”
A simple instant meal was something Ho-woo was used to. He lacked the cooking skills to prepare dinner, and as a modern-day office worker, he didn’t have the energy to learn cooking.
“I…” Oh-yul pressed his lips together for a moment as if choosing his words, then spoke again.
“I think I’m going to make too much food.”
“…?”
Not ‘made’ but ‘going to make’ – what an odd choice of words. Ho-woo tilted his head slightly as he looked up at Oh-yul. The esper before him wore a slightly troubled expression.
“So, would you like to have dinner together?”