𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED]

𝒍𝒙𝒊𝒙. home is where you are

chapter sixty-nine:
❛ home is where you are ❜

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The morning air in Kyoto was crisp, the early sunlight casting a golden glow over the narrow streets. Vendors were already setting up their stalls, the smell of sizzling street food mingling with the fragrant blooms from nearby flower stands. The market was alive - a hum of chatter, clinking coins, and the rhythmic tapping of bicycles weaving through the throng of people.

Arizona, Miguel, Sam, and Dylan stood at the edge of the street, the vibrant chaos stretching before them. Despite the early hour, the place was buzzing. Arizona took a deep breath, her expression serene as always, letting the atmosphere wash over her. There was something grounding about mornings like this - the world waking up, simple and unhurried.

"This is amazing," Sam murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as her gaze flicked from the colorful fruit stalls to the lantern-adorned awnings. "I can't believe we're actually here."

Dylan, standing at her side, adjusted his glasses and nodded quickly. "Yeah, it's like... like stepping into a Studio Ghibli movie. But with way more smells." He wrinkled his nose slightly as the distinct aroma of grilled fish wafted past.

Miguel grinned, slinging an arm around Arizona's shoulder. "And just wait until you see Arizona try to haggle."

"I'm perfectly capable of negotiating," Arizona replied, her voice as calm and deliberate as ever. She arched a brow at Miguel. "It's about presence. Confidence."