Jiyeon stretched, her arms reaching high above her head as she let out a small groan of exhaustion. The day had been long, and despite her promises to Yura, she had once again found herself caught up in the whirlwind of running both the restaurant and overseeing the new branch. She was good at what she did—too good, sometimes. And it had a way of swallowing her whole, if she wasn't careful.
Her phone buzzed on the counter, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at it, expecting a message from one of her staff or suppliers, but instead, Yura's name flashed on the screen.
Yura: Did you remember to eat today, or are you planning to pass out at the stove again?
Jiyeon couldn't help but chuckle. Yura knew her too well. She tapped out a quick response.
Jiyeon: Relax, I had something. I'm not going to faint in the kitchen…
A moment later, her phone buzzed again.
