After school had ended for the day, West and Jax met back at work once again.
The café glowed warmly under amber lighting as the scent of roasted coffee beans blended with baked pastries and sweet cream. It was busy but manageable.
Jax leaned against the counter while wiping a glass.
"So," he muttered under his breath, "we've got school from eight to three, work from four to nine. That leaves… what? Late night training?"
West poured a latte with steady hands.
"We can't train in open areas often," he replied quietly. "Industrial zones after closing hours. Weekends will be primary sessions."
"And mornings?"
West glanced at him.
"You want to wake up at five?"
"…I'll consider it," Jax muttered.
They continued planning between orders.
Training cycles... mastery drills... branch stabilization... physical conditioning.
They needed structure...
Mina, who was restocking pastries nearby, narrowed her eyes at them.
