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Jisun watched silently as Anastasia tried to pick up a fishcake. The first attempt failed, but the second . . . wasn't bad. Jisun was rather surprised at how quickly Anastasia learned, but then again, she never really had to teach anyone around her how to use chopsticks; she wasn't sure what the baseline was.
Jisun sampled various side dishes as she waited for the meat to come out, her gaze flickering upward at Anastasia when the other woman's phone rang. Jisun only shrugged when Anastasia apologized briefly, glancing at the food on the table to give the other girl the veneer of privacy.
Ah, Leo, Jisun's mind hummed when she heard the name slip out of Anastasia's lips. Jisun didn't consider herself to be very invested in romance, but she supposed that Anastasia's arranged marriage interested her. It wasn't really a practice that was exerted in her own adopted family, or in their close circles. Business deals were important, of course, but they rarely involved marriage, from what Jisun had seen. Marrying into another prominent family in one's field would be akin to merging their companies, and many families weren't interested in that at all.
Yoonseok had come over at some point during Anastasia's phone call, setting down the bulgogi and samgyeopsal and departing with a small wave in Jisun's direction. Jisun was faintly fond of Yoonseok, which she knew was something that would come as a surprise to essentially everyone who was familiar with her stony demeanor. But Yoonseok was like the mild sunlight of cloudless, late afternoon -- warming, but not too intrusive. His presence was pleasant.
Jisun sampled various side dishes as she waited for the meat to come out, her gaze flickering upward at Anastasia when the other woman's phone rang. Jisun only shrugged when Anastasia apologized briefly, glancing at the food on the table to give the other girl the veneer of privacy.
Ah, Leo, Jisun's mind hummed when she heard the name slip out of Anastasia's lips. Jisun didn't consider herself to be very invested in romance, but she supposed that Anastasia's arranged marriage interested her. It wasn't really a practice that was exerted in her own adopted family, or in their close circles. Business deals were important, of course, but they rarely involved marriage, from what Jisun had seen. Marrying into another prominent family in one's field would be akin to merging their companies, and many families weren't interested in that at all.
Yoonseok had come over at some point during Anastasia's phone call, setting down the bulgogi and samgyeopsal and departing with a small wave in Jisun's direction. Jisun was faintly fond of Yoonseok, which she knew was something that would come as a surprise to essentially everyone who was familiar with her stony demeanor. But Yoonseok was like the mild sunlight of cloudless, late afternoon -- warming, but not too intrusive. His presence was pleasant.