high flying love ¦ lee jeno

ch ; 08

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But You Saw Enough

The familiar bustle of Incheon International Airport greeted Yura as she stepped out of the airport terminal. The air, thick with humidity and the scent of healthy pollution, was a far cry from the crisp Italian mornings. Yet, a sense of comfort washed over her as she hailed a cab.

Home.

The cab weaved through the labyrinthine streets, finally stopping in front of a quaint two-story building. A warm glow emanated from the glass storefront, illuminating the hand-painted sign above: 'Leo's Hearth.'

Unlocking the front door of the apartment, a wave of relief washed over her. The well-worn furniture and the faint scent of her forgotten houseplants felt like a comforting embrace. Four days had been a whirlwind, and returning to the familiar routine held a strange allure.

Tossing her bag aside, Yura rushed downstairs to the cafe. The familiar sight of the empty tables and the gleaming coffee machine sparked a sense of purpose within her. Four days of closure had left a light layer of dust and a sense of neglect. With the energy of a woman possessed, Yura set to work.

The rhythmic clink of mugs as she stacked them on the drying rack was a soothing soundtrack to the afternoon. Soon, the air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly roasted beans grinding. As she wiped down the countertops and polished the chrome accents on the espresso machine, Yura's mind drifted to the tasks at hand, the chaos of Milan fading into a distant memory.

By the time the last chair was polished and the "Open" sign flipped on, a sense of accomplishment washed over Yura. Leo's Hearth was ready to welcome its loyal patrons once more, and Yura, despite the lingering remnants of a foreign adventure, was ready too.

As the afternoon sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the street, the cafe door swung open with a gentle chime. A familiar couple entered, their faces lighting up in recognition.

"Yura, you're back!" the woman exclaimed, her smile as warm as the lattes they always ordered.

Yura beamed. "Yes, I'm back. Welcome back to Leo's Hearth!" she chirped, the familiar role of the friendly cafe owner slipping back on like a well-worn coat. As she took their orders and engaged in their chatter, the last embers of Milan faded completely. The life she knew, the routine she craved, welcomed her back with open arms.

Yet, in the back of her mind, a tiny spark remained, a reminder of a chance encounter and a world of possibilities just beyond her doorstep. But for now, the warm embrace of routine and the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee was all she needed. For now.

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a/n: just a filler update :3

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