"Please don't kill me," Doha whispered as they arrived in front of yet another expensive-looking establishment.
"Give me one good reason," Zeno said, massaging the bridge of his nose.
"Well, first—I am one of your best friends."
"That's not a good enough reason."
"Your bestest friend in the entire universe really wants to befriend famous people," Doha said without shame. "Especially Misha Choi. I can't believe we'll be in the same room soon."
Zeno massaged the bridge of his nose.
"Come on, Zeno. Please! Besides, do you know where we are right now?"
Zeno looked around. "A bar."
"Not just a bar!" Doha exclaimed. "It's the hardest bar to get into in Seoul."
"It's called Saliva," Zeno deadpanned.
"Yeah, it's cool and niche, and it's my first time here. Probably the last time, too."
Zeno sighed. "I'm leaving."
However, just as Zeno stepped back, he bumped into someone—the unfamiliar woman that Doha referred to as Misha.
