Actually, when normal people went to a luxurious restaurant, the thing they felt the biggest difference with normal restaurants was the bread. It would be weird to look at a secondary thing when you went to eat a dish, but it was unavoidable. Most of the luxurious restaurants couldn’t help but to pay a lot of attention to the bread, and a just baked bread was a basic. The result of the bread’s texture was that it turned out soft and that it maximized the aroma of butter and grains.
And right now, Jo Minjoon was feeling that aroma from the luxurious restaurants he had been from Marco’s bread. Just like if your rice is good, you will be able to eat deliciously with basic garnishes, Marco’s bread had a charm that made you happy without any kind of sauces or butter.
However, Kaya’s face that tasted all of these things, couldn’t be bright. But Jo Minjoon couldn’t ask her the reason. He felt that the moment he asked her that, the invisible weight on Kaya’s shoulder would turn real.
That night, or perhaps dawn, Jo Minjoon opened his eyes. He couldn’t discern well whether he woke up or was just closing his eyes and opened it. His body was tired, but his consciousness was clear. Because originally, your head would be the clearest after you slept for 3, or perhaps 4 hours.
As he grabbed his cellphone out of habit, he saw that the time was 3 in the morning. It was an excessively early time to open his eyes. He wasn’t thirsty, but because of that he didn’t even want to go to the toilet.
As he was about to close his eyes to go and sleep again, an alarm that popped on one corner caught his eyes. It was a message from Kaya.