As Jiyeon and Yura made their way through the winding city streets toward Jiyeon's original restaurant, the mood in the car settled into a comfortable rhythm. Jiyeon kept her eyes on the road, but her thoughts drifted toward the dinner she had promised Yura. What should she make? Something simple? Or should she go all out and craft a meal worthy of a Michelin star just to watch Yura's face when she tasted it? The thought amused her, and she found herself smiling.
"You're plotting something, aren't you?" Yura's voice broke through her thoughts, her tone playful but laced with curiosity.
Jiyeon glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "Plotting? You make it sound like I'm about to commit a crime."
"Well, considering how your mind works when it comes to food, I wouldn't be surprised," Yura said with a smirk. "You've got that look on your face—the one that says you're either going to create something amazing or set the kitchen on fire."
