he asked the waiter for the table number mentioned in the message. The waiter showed him the way, and Shine followed.
But as he reached the table, his eyes widened.
"Wait a second, did I come to the wrong table?"
Because the person sitting there was wearing a school uniform. And just by looking at him, anyone could tell he was a high school student—without a doubt.
Seeing Shine there, the student looked up and saw him standing. The student's cheeks flushed, and his face turned red like a tomato.
"Oh, you're here. You must be Shine, right?"
Hearing the student, Shine glanced around to double-check if he was at the right table—but yes, he was. This was the right table.
Then why was a high school student sitting there? Isn't he a minor? That question kept echoing in Shine's mind over and over again.
"What is a kid doing here? Mom said it was an alpha, but she didn't say it was an alpha kid," Shine mumbled to himself.
