Yuna is still with Noah in the back. Her expression is more relaxed now. Noah calm and composed aura really brings people into peace sometimes. I shift my focus to Chloe.
She's restocking the sugar packets and napkins with a steady rhythm, quiet as always. Chloe is the type that will match your energy. If you're loud, she'll be loud. If you're quiet, she'll be more quiet.
I walk over to help, and she glances up, offering a faint but warm smile."Thanks," she says softly.
Her voice is a stark contrast to Paul and Yuna's—it's gentle, a little airy, like it drifts rather than lands. It always feels like she's careful with her words.
We work side by side for a while, organizing behind the counter. Then, without much prompt, I say, "You're really calm today. I think I'd be spiraling if I had to deal with a customer like that."
She chuckles a little under her breath. "It's not the first time something like that happened. Won't be the last either."
