Cade Lu’s face didn’t really match the way he held himself up behind the screen, though Siwan couldn’t put his finger on it. Was it his voice? Soft yet firm? Or maybe it was his freakishly youthful face—wait, Siwan didn’t ask how old he was, though that didn’t matter when they were just going to practice conversational Cantonese. There was something… Just something.

And that something was quickly forgotten the moment Cade spoke, catching Siwan off-guard. Siwan, like his mom, was the heart on your sleeve type of person. He was an open book, a little bit predictable at most, eyes going wide before his grade school etiquette training kicked in. “Your Korean is good,” he lied instantly, mostly because he didn’t want Cade to feel bad. The first rule of learning another language was to conquer the fear of speaking it, right? “No, no, English.” Siwan responded in English, because if Cade was going to try, he would too. “A little bit?” He motioned to the seat, asking for permission if he could sit down. “Where did you learn Korean?” He switched back, an encouraging smile on his lips.

He glanced at the counter, looking at the display before motioning back to Cade, hand lifting towards his mouth and his free hand curled around like he was holding a cup. "Have you eaten?"