"Yohan…" Minji stepped back into the office and handed him a file. "Are you sure this is all you want?"
Yohan rose from his seat, a faint grin tugging at his lips as he took it.
"Yes. This is perfect."
He slid the document open. At the top—Izumi's photo.
"Thanks."
Minji smiled, a hint of pride in her expression, "You're welcome. But seriously… What's so special about this girl that you had me running to another department just for her file?"
Yohan let out a short, awkward laugh. "It's nothing."
"Mm. Police business?" she said, already nodding to herself. "I get it. And… I'm sorry for doubting you before. I shouldn't have—"
"Minji," he cut in gently, resting his hands on her shoulders. "I already said it's fine."
She hesitated, then nodded. "Okay… then come over tonight. I'll cook for you."
Yohan raised a brow. "What about your husband? Last time I checked, that was a problem."
