Sage's POV
Harper was staring at her friend without blinking.
Sage took another scoop of her noodles and deliberately avoided eye contact.
The restaurant buzzed with the usual lunchtime crowd. Plates clattered from the kitchen, customers laughed over conversations, and Minho called out an order near the counter. Normally, the familiar sounds would've comforted her.
Today, they only made her feel guilty.
Because Harper was still staring.
Finally, Sage sighed and lowered her chopsticks.
"You're making me uncomfortable."
Harper immediately leaned forward.
"Then that's a good thing.."
Sage groaned. "Harper."
"Nope."
Sage rubbed her temples. "You're impossible."
Sage stared into her bowl for several moments before speaking quietly.
"I'm married." The silence that followed was imme
