Three days before the banquet, and Yeon Yujun still hasn't figured out what to do about the egg.
He sits behind the café counter scrubbing a coffee stain that's already gone, more out of habit than necessity, Pouch dozing on top of the register like it owns the place. The morning rush ended an hour ago and Lee Seolji is in the back doing inventory, her voice occasionally drifting out as she counts syrup bottles under her breath.
His phone buzzes against the counter.
[ @S.Hwigeon: how's the café holding up without grandma's supervision? ]
[ @Yeon Yu-jun: Surviving. Barely. ]
[ @S.Hwigeon: should i be worried ]
[ @Yeon Yu-jun: Only if you count Seolji nearly setting the espresso machine on fire yesterday... ]
[ @S.Hwigeon: should I be MORE worried then? ]
Yeon Yujun huffs a small laugh despite himself, setting the phone down just as Lee Seolji emerges from the back with a clipboard tucked under her arm, squinting at her own handwriting.
