Ordinary Person A

“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?”