Vianne sat back in her chair, taking a sip from her mug with a mischievous tilt of her head. "Sooo… vacation or fleeing the ghosts then?"
Kai arched a brow at her directness, lips curling into the start of a smile. "Can't it be both?"
She smiled. "Good answer."
And then, a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned forward. "Alright, listen. Since you're so clearly in the mood to avoid being recognized and blend in out in the open—what if this? My café is understaffed this week. Just assist with little things—nothing showy. I swear, our regulars are more interested in latte art than T-pop gossip."
Kai blinked, totally surprised. "You want me to work… in your café?"
"Think of it as undercover therapy," she said, chuckling. "You'd be protected. No cameras, no leaks. I take care of my people, even the fugitive idols."
He cocked his head, wary but interested. "And your patrons won't know it's me?
