By the time the sky blushes with the warmth of late afternoon, the cafe is already pulsing with motion. The bell above the door rings open—again—but this time, the energy shifts. A presence enters.
Noah.
He steps inside with his usual calm stride, scarf tucked neatly around his neck, eyes alert but warm. The chaos in the back momentarily pauses as we all notice him.
"Boss!" Paul calls from the sink, half-drenched in soap suds.
Yuna leans out from the kitchen with a wooden spoon in hand, eyes lighting up. "You finally visit on time!"
Even Brian, halfway through restocking the fridge, straightens and grins. "Afternoon, Sir!"
"Hey, Boss," says Chloe.
Noah gives a small wave, expression fond and slightly sheepish. "Didn't mean to cause a scene. Just checking in."
