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The bell above the café door rang for the third time that morning, and Abby already knew who it was without looking up.
“Medium latte, oat milk, no sugar,” Abby said flatly, still wiping the counter.
A pause.
“…Do you stalk your customers or something?”
Abby finally looked up and smirked. Jinu stood there in his oversized hoodie, hair still messy like he’d lost a fight with his pillow. Same face. Same tired eyes. Same guy who came every single morning like it was a ritual.