Jiyeon groaned as she finally dragged herself out of bed the next morning, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the curtains. She could barely remember how she'd managed to fall asleep after her late-night rant about Kang, Yura's teasing, and that final "no way am I picking that up" phone call. Her mind was already occupied with what chaos would await her at the restaurant.
Yawning and stretching, Jiyeon shuffled into the kitchen, her eyes landing on Yura, who sat at the table with a smug, knowing smile, sipping a steaming cup of coffee. It was as if Yura knew what kind of torment awaited her today and was mentally savoring Jiyeon's suffering in advance.
"Morning, sunshine," Yura greeted with a wicked gleam. "Rest well? Dream of kimchi tiramisu?"
Jiyeon scowled, grabbing a cup of coffee. "I had successfully blocked that from my memory, thank you very much."
