Hanjae Yeol

“No, thankfully, I’m done.” She smirked as she closed the door behind her. “Going to get a drink actually, you want to join?”

“I’d love to. I could use a drink.” he smiled. “What do you say we go to Lammars? I usually go there.”

“Jay,” she tested the name on her lips before nodding. “Devyn.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Devyn.” he smiled softly. “Are you on break right now?”

“Oh goodness.” She nodded at his observation, “You’re right. That would be worse.” She took a step back from the mess making sure to give it its due berth, “Maybe I should keep my feet away from it.” 

“That’d probably be a good idea.” he nodded his head. 

There’s a little gem in Haverford called Soban, specializing in the kind of food that Vera deemed a very close second to what her family’s housekeeper brewed up in her home in Kingsgate. And sure, the now sixty-year-old woman still packaged her homemade kimchi and fermented chili and soybean paste on the monthly from Busan, but Vera’s craving for authentic, full-course fresh Korean meals was a void that demanded to be filled. So even though it felt strange eating alone, she was utterly, and unabashedly content — until a bowl of some sort of stew that she know she didn’t order plopped down on the table next to her at the same time her chopsticks happened to point in that direction.

Jay couldn’t help but laugh at her expression. Usually he didn’t go to restaurants by himself, but today everyone just happened to be working when he wanted to go out. The last person he imagine he’d run into was Vera since she was a surgeon. But the second he saw her, he went over to talk to her and catch up. Of course Jay couldn’t just make his presence known, he had to surprise her. “You know it, darling.” he chuckled lightly as he sat down. “How’re you doing? It’s been a while.” 

Devyn glanced at him for a moment before she turned her attention towards the restaurant. The girl nodded her head. “Yeah, I’ve been working here for a little over a year now. It’s… It gets some of the bills paid.”

“Oh~ okay” he said before taking another drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke away from her. “I’m Jay, by the way.”

“I don’t know if you’ll believe this or not, but like,” the girl smiled, “this is my careful.” She looked down to the food dressing the tops of her shoes, “I mean it could have been worse.”