The towering building, with its grand white-and-gold design, had the imposing air of a government palace— but it was nothing of the sort. Suga paused for a moment, taking it in, and Zion, still holding his hand as they walked, glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What is it? You don't like being here? What do you want, Suga? I've asked you over and over… You said you just wanted to go out and eat."
Suga gave him a sullen look— somehow, he felt like Zion had been complaining a lot lately, and he sighed.
It wasn't that he disliked this— it just felt a bit unnecessary to eat in a place where even an inch of paint on the walls probably cost a fortune. He was careful not to touch anything recklessly.
"I said we should eat... but at a normal restaurant. What's so special about this place? Is the food even good?"
"It's good, you can request whatever you want." Zion replied.
"So it's the same as eating at the house then."
