Jun sat in the corner of his room, legs crossed on the cold floor.
The flyer lay on the ground beside the kettle, curling slightly at the edges from yesterday's humidity.
He hadn't touched it since.
Didn't need to.
It was already burned into his thoughts.
He lit the kettle.
Not to brew for the street.
To brew for the question.
[System Reminder: Opportunity Task Chain – 2 Days Remaining to Accept]
Visibility Gain: Moderate
Integrity Disruption Risk: None
Craft Influence: High Potential (Pop-Up Zone – Artisan Audience)
Jun didn't scroll.
Didn't analyze the benefits.
Didn't chase the numbers.
He watched the steam rise.
And waited.
The first cup was for himself.
Single origin.
Hand-ground.
Bloomed just past 35 seconds.
Bit floral.
Soft finish.
Not perfect.
But present.
He drank it in silence.
He remembered Theo's words.
The open table.
The lack of pressure.
No contract.
No pitch deck.
Just a corner to brew in.
A few eyes.
A new rhythm.
Jun stared at the cup in his hand.
Then at the tools beside it.
Then at his tote.
Old.
Reliable.
The same ones he used since day one.
Still good.
Still his.
[System Prompt: Decision Cup Logged – Brewing Action Linked to Identity Thread]
[Trait Flag Activated – Anchor Brewing: You Decide Your Echo]
Jun finished the cup.
Washed the filter.
Folded the cloth.
Then—quietly, almost without drama—he tucked the flyer into the side pocket of his tote.
Just enough of it stuck out to remind him:
Saturday. Noon.
Not because he was chasing reach.
Not because he needed applause.
Because when an open table is offered with respect—
sometimes the best thing you can do is show up with your own rhythm.
Jun didn't smile.
Didn't clench a fist in victory.
He just moved.
Same pace.
Same breath.
But this time—the path ahead had a curve.
And he was ready to walk it without changing his footing.
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Path: Stillness to Mastery
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