"No promises," Jiyeon whispered, grinning mischievously.
As they drifted into comfortable silence, Jiyeon couldn't help but think about what lay ahead. The pressure, the expectations, the insane mission… But sitting here, with Yura so close, made it all seem a little less terrifying.
She glanced down at Yura's peaceful expression, her cold CEO mask completely gone, and smiled to herself. Maybe she was in way over her head, but she had survived worse. And besides, if she could win over Yura the Queen of Icy Richness she could handle anything the world, or the Culinary System, threw her way.
"Three days," Jiyeon muttered under her breath. "Piece of cake."
Yura, half-asleep again, mumbled in response. "What was that?"
Jiyeon grinned. "Nothing. Just planning world domination. You know, the usual."
Yura chuckled softly. "Good. As long as you remember I'm in charge."