Shin's kick sent Yumemi's glass flying. The entire private karaoke room froze. Yumemi stared at her empty hand, mouth half-open in shock.
"What the actual fuck, Shin?!"
Her voice cracked high with disbelief and embarrassment. The other girls flinched, but no one dared to drink more.
Shin didn't spare a glance at Yumemi, as his gaze was locked on the waiter. He had frozen mid-step with the tray still balanced on one palm. The man's professional smile had cracked at the edges.
"I saw you. You poured something on the girls' drink."
Without breaking eye contact, he reached across the table and snatched the untouched glass from the girl's hand right before she could drink.
Yumemi shot to her feet. "Are you insane? You just kicked my drink out of my hand. Stop acting like some paranoid psycho, brother! Apologize!"
Shin ignored her completely.
He stretched his arm straight toward the waiter, the glass extended like a loaded gun.
