Sora's POV
After I told Yejin everything that happened between Logan and me after lunch, she finally stopped interrogating me like a detective on caffeine. I thought that meant I'd get through the rest of the day in peace.
I was wrong.
The morning at the shop went by normally—orders, inventory, supplier calls, the usual chaos that came with trying to keep a struggling business alive. But about an hour before closing, the door suddenly flew open so hard it nearly slammed against the wall.
"Sora—!" Yejin rushed in, breathless, one hand pressed to her chest as she staggered toward me.
I blinked at her. "What happened? Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?"
"You— you've got to see this," she said, already fumbling with her phone, her fingers shaking so much she kept missing the screen.
My stomach dropped instantly.
"See what?" I asked, dread crawling up my spine.
"Your café… it's trending online!" she burst out.
For a split second, my brain went completely blank.
