One random afternoon, Wendissle’s Karina, Calsearth’s Winter, Stahlbaum’s Giselle, and Delmeist’s Ningning somehow ended up becoming the most chaotic employees at the tiniest lemonade stand in town. No one really knew who hired them, but somehow the shop survived.

Calsearth’s Winter kept perfecting the drinks like it was a photoshoot. Wendissle’s Karina acted like the CEO of the entire stand. Stahlbaum’s Giselle drank more lemonade than she served. Delmeist’s Ningning looked one inconvenience away from quitting.

Somewhere between squeezed lemons, spilled syrup, and ten failed group photos later, the stand turned into less of a workplace and more of a summer disaster disguised as friendship.

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This morning felt unexpectedly refreshing. Sethlore's Wonyoung was already full of energy from the start, while Stahlbaum's Jeemin kept talking about her new pink jacket even during the jog as if breathing wasn't necessary. Visnja's Haerin and Sveic's Woonhak spent most of the time laughing over random things, making the atmosphere feel lighter, while Walst's Ohyul and Shien's Haum simply followed along, occasionally throwing in comments that somehow made everyone laugh. Between the cool morning breeze, sleepy faces, and footsteps filling the quiet streets, today's jog felt less like exercise and more like a small memory worth keeping. 🩶