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"Papa."
"What is it?"
Yuna didn't answer right away.
Her eyes remained fixed on—
The karaoke parlor.
Its lights were bright.
The faint sound of music spilling out.
"Papa..."
"Hm."
"I want to go to karaoke."
I turned my head.
And looked at her.
"Why all of a sudden?"
"If you want to sing, you can do that at home."
"I know..."
Yuna gently gripped the hem of her shirt.
"But... I want to."
I stayed silent for a moment.
Watching her.
"Oh..."
I turned around.
"Alright then."
"Let's go."
I immediately changed direction.
Heading toward the karaoke parlor.
Yuna froze for a second.
Then—
Her expression shifted instantly.
A little surprised.
A little happy.
"Eh... really?"
I didn't answer.
I just kept walking.
We went inside.
_
The air inside was different.
Cooler.
More fragrant.
Dim lights in soft colors.
"I'd like a room for one hour."
I looked over at Yuna.
"A coffee for me... and for you, Yuna?"
Yuna looked a bit nervous.
"Mm... iced milk."
