Karen glared up at me, her pride wounded. "Fine," she spat, struggling to get up as I released her. "But this isn't over." As she turned to leave, she shoved her elbow into my side, attempting one last show of defiance. However, the force of her push caused her to lose her balance, and she stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the floor.
The sight was so absurd, I couldn't help but laugh, and Yura joined in, her laughter ringing out like a sweet melody. Karen's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she scrambled to her feet, shooting us both a look of pure venom before hurrying out of the office, her dignity in tatters.
As soon as the door closed behind her, the tension in the room dissipated like morning mist. Yura looked at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of relief and amusement.
"Jiyeon," she said, a teasing note in her voice, "were you jealous?"
I shook my head, though I could feel my cheeks warming. "No, I was just...protective. She had no right to speak to you like that."
Yura's smile widened, and she took a step closer, her hand gently brushing my arm. "Well, it was kind of nice to see you stand up for me like that."
I tried to maintain my serious expression but failed, a grin spreading across my face. "I'm here to give you your lunch, not to fight off unwanted admirers."
Just then, the system screen appeared in front of me, glowing softly. [Well done, host. You have defended your mate.]
I glanced at the message, wondering if the system had anticipated this encounter all along. It seemed to have a way of knowing exactly what was going to happen, guiding me through each challenge with an almost eerie precision.
"What are you thinking about?" Yura asked, her eyes searching mine.
"Just...how strange life can be," I replied, shaking off the thought. I reached for the bento box I had brought, holding it out to her. "I made you lunch. I hope you like it."
My heart skipped a beat as I read the message. A month-long trip to France to explore and learn new culinary techniques? It was an incredible opportunity, but the thought of being away from Yura for so long was daunting.
"Jiyeon?" Yura's voice brought me back to the present. "What is it?"
I took a deep breath, meeting her gaze. "I just received some news. I have the opportunity to travel to France to learn about their cuisine and bring new flavors back to the restaurant. It's an amazing chance, but it means I'll be gone for a month."
Yura's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a moment to process the information. "That's...incredible, Jiyeon. But a whole month? I'll miss you so much."
"I'll miss you too," I said, my voice tinged with sadness. "But this is important for my growth as a chef. And when I come back, I'll be able to create even better dishes for you."
She smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I understand, Jiyeon. And I'll be here, cheering you on from afar. Just promise me you'll stay safe and come back with lots of new recipes."
I pulled her into a hug, holding her close. "I promise. And we'll stay in touch every day. I'll tell you all about the amazing things I learn and see."
We stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the upcoming separation pressing down on us. But there was also a sense of excitement and anticipation, the promise of new adventures and growth.
As I left Yura's office, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The confrontation with Karen, the tender moments with Yura, and the prospect of my upcoming trip all swirled together, creating a complex tapestry of feelings.
Back at the restaurant, I shared the news with Chef Kang and the rest of the staff. They were thrilled for me, offering words of encouragement and advice.
"France, huh?" Chef Kang said, a twinkle in his eye. "You'll learn a lot there. Make the most of it, Jiyeon."
"I will, Chef," I replied, feeling a renewed sense of determination.