The soft hum of the night seeped through the windows as the last customer left with a soft jingle of the bell, and as the door swung shut, a quiet kind of calm settled over the cafe. The once lively hum of the cafe had faded into a gentle silence. What echoes is the the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and Bora humming silly tones that made her bob her head like an overly excited bird.

Sometimes, y/n wonders. Does she even get tired? Because whenever she looks at Bora, she is always ready to flew in the sky.