"I do not know who the coffee belonged to. I am pretty sure it does not belong to my shirt." A man two-inch taller than Young Jae spoke in his smooth voice. His white shirt was drenched with the remaining coffee on it, and the shirt started to stick to his body.
A mixed-race man stood there looking down at his shirt. He was Korean for sure, but he was not completely Korean, and it was noticeable from his prominent features. Well defined jaws, sharp nose and unique eye colour, confirmed it without any doubts.
The man who became the victim of their coffee fight had tattoos and unruly curly hair. Both Young Jae and Kim Shin did not have any ability to take their attention away from him for different reasons.
