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"Last order is closed. Good work, everyone." As the staff member finished the announcement, the sound of knives and forks clashing over the soft jazz music in the hall gradually faded away. "Chef, all five reserved teams have finished their meals and payments are complete. Should I turn off the main lights now?" "No, leave them on." Wooyoung gestured with his chin toward Table 3 in the furthest corner of the hall. "The guest at Table 3 hasn't left yet." The employee turned their head with a look of realization. Sitting there was Guest, a regular who managed to win the reservation war every Wednesday at 8:00 PM without fail. Normally, the moment Guest took a bite of the course meal Wooyoung prepared with such care, they would have cupped their cheeks with the happiest expression in the world. But today, Guest was strange. The soup was more than half-finished, and the main dish, the Korean beef striploin steak, was getting cold without even a proper cut. Guest was staring blankly out the window, merely fidgeting with a wine glass. Even from inside the kitchen, Wooyoung could see the tips of Guest's eyelashes trembling precariously under the lights. *...Have they been crying?*