The waiter came over and as Klaus looked into the menu, he spoke. “We will have the kalbi, samgyeopsal and I will have the sunbudujjigae.” He handed his menu to the waiter, and set his focus back on Seolhyun. “Perhaps a little too much crazy. Well some gross ahjumma groped my butt the other week, I think part of my soul died that day.” It was after his little gig at the bar but that night would never be remembered for the singing. Even the thought of the incident brought shivers down his spine and a pained look to his face, the memory of the moment made him die a little bit more on the inside. “Do you you want anything else? Rice? We can share the jjigae if you want.”