The late afternoon sun spilled gold across the Jeju orchard, painting long amber streaks across the café's wooden deck. The chaos of the day had finally burned itself out, leaving behind the faint scent of citrus and wood smoke. Crew members moved at an easy pace now, coiling cables, stacking chairs, and laughing in quiet relief.
The café door swung open again and again as the last wave of guests departed. Mirae stood near the entrance beside Seul-gi, both smiling and bowing with practiced warmth.
"Thank you for visiting!" Mirae's voice carried that natural brightness the camera loved—though now, there were no cameras pointed at her. Just people.
A family of four waved back, the children clutching their leftover coloring sheets. "It was delicious!" the mother said. "Especially the bread!"
Seul-gi beamed. "That's our secret weapon—bread and charm."
The parents laughed as they stepped into the glowing orchard, the gravel crunching softly beneath their feet.
