Jiyeon strolled into the kitchen the next morning, yawning, only to find Yura already up, dressed, and reading her tablet at the counter with the air of someone who hadn't woken up at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m.
"Well, well, look who's up and looking fancy," Jiyeon muttered, reaching for the coffee pot. "What's the special occasion?"
Yura didn't even glance up. "The occasion is I have a full day of work, unlike some people who think running a restaurant means you're 'working,'" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.
Jiyeon scoffed, pouring herself a hefty mug of coffee. "Excuse me, I was practically juggling flaming hot pans and angry customers all night. You try doing that without collapsing in a fit of exhaustion."
Yura arched an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk forming on her face. "Are you suggesting my corporate meetings aren't as grueling as chopping vegetables?"
