high flying love ¦ lee jeno

ch ; 20

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Morning,

The morning sun streamed through the cafe windows, casting a golden glow on the rows of pastries displayed on the counter. Yura, despite a restless night spent tossing and turning, forced a cheerful smile as she greeted customers. Today, it was just her and Hana managing the cafe. Minho is busy tackling his exams.

The familiar routine of taking orders, frothing milk, and chatting with regulars offered a welcome distraction. Yet, Yura couldn't completely silence the voice whispering doubts and anxieties within her. The encounter with Kyubin had left a raw wound, a vulnerability she hadn't anticipated.

Throughout the day, she found herself zoning out, her mind replaying snippets of their conversation. Kyubin's words, his oblivious happiness, echoed in her head, a constant reminder of what she'd lost.

She moved through the cafe on autopilot, her smile a mask hiding the turmoil within. Packaging her famous 'Leo's Bundle' for a delivery, her hands trembled slightly. Just then, the soft chime of the wind chimes above the door announced a new customer.

"Hello, welcome to Leo's Hearth…" Yura began the practiced greeting, her voice trailing off as she looked up.

Standing in the doorway, a smile playing on his lips, was Jeno. But this Jeno wasn't the one she'd grown accustomed to – the one clad in his crisp pilot uniform, the embodiment of confident professionalism. Today, he was different.

He wore a simple white shirt, a light blue jacket slung over his arm, and dark jeans that hugged his toned legs. But what truly surprised Yura were the glasses perched on his nose, softening his features, lending him a gentle air she hadn't noticed before.

Surprise flickered across Yura's face before she quickly composed herself. "Jeno! Hi," she said, her voice a touch breathless. "What a surprise."

"Hi, Yura," he replied, his smile widening. "Didn't expect to see you working the counter yourself this morning."

Yura forced a light laugh. "Well, someone has to keep the ship afloat, right?" she joked, gesturing to the cafe with a wry smile.

Yura found herself strangely drawn to Jeno in his casual attire, a welcome change from the regality of his pilot's uniform. He seemed… softer, more approachable.

"Any chance you have a free table?" Jeno asked hopefully, his eyes scanning the cafe.

Yura glanced around. The morning rush had subsided, leaving a few scattered customers enjoying their coffee and pastries. "Sure," she said, gesturing towards a booth in the corner. "Take a seat, and I'll bring your usual order right over."

Jeno nodded. "Great, thanks, Yura."

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As the day wore on, the afternoon sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cafe. The once-bustling crowd had dwindled to a few lingering patrons, their conversations punctuated by the clinking of spoons against ceramic mugs.

Finally, Yura found herself wiping down the counter for the last time, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. The day's stress, a constant companion since her encounter with Kyubin, slowly began to ebb away.