Sora's POV
By the time we locked up the café, my bones felt like they'd melted.
Micah looked half-dead. Yejin wasn't much better. And me? I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this exhausted from working in just one place.
My kens helped us clean up. Yeongjae and Jiho offered to help, too, but I sent them away. It's not their job anyway.
For two years, I'd been juggling everything: this café, the pet shop, and whatever part-time tarot and astrology gigs I could find at random events. Hustling had become muscle memory. Exhaustion was normal. But tonight hit differently.
Tonight, Yeongjae had shown me something dangerous.
Hope.
For a few hours, the café felt like it used to. Overflowing tables. Laughter instead of whispers. Money not being the first and last thing on my mind, from the moment I woke up to the moment I collapsed into bed.
It scared me.
Because what if I couldn't keep this up?
