Chapter 14

Just as Iho arrived at their meeting place first and began typing to ask how far along Mingyu was, someone pulled out the seat on the other side of the table. “Hey, Song.” Mingyu plopped into the seat. He set down the backpack he’d been wearing, tugging at the tie choking his neck, then grinned at Iho. With his hair swept back, Iho could see Mingyu’s forehead. “You order anything yet? I’m starving. Haven’t had dinner.” The voice. The tone. It was all Mingyu. But Iho had no input data on Mingyu’s appearance.