I hope he doesn't spit in my food

"Stop dragging me with you." Nakashima Natsumi smacks his arm repetitively. "Sung Soo-Hwan!"

"We are family." He releases a low husky chuckle that sends tingles down her spine. "You don't need to be formal with me."

Screw…!! She doesn't have anything good to say. Natsumi glares at his back. The ghost lights are fading out, but the air is growing warmer. She hears a distant sound of the bell ringing and susurration. "Is there really a restaurant here?"

"Yep, " He replies, offering no further explanation.