The countdown had started hours ago, but the tension in LUNE's main office was just starting to boil. It was dusk, but no one was thinking about the city lights outside or the early winter air. Mirae paced back and forth behind the sofa, phone in hand, refreshing, biting her lip. Jina, legs folded, sat cross-legged at the end of the coffee table, headphones around her neck, pretending to be calm and scrolling memes, but her foot tapped out a frantic rhythm on the floor.
Hye-jin hovered near the snack bar, hands wrapped around a paper cup, eyes flicking from her phone to the large flatscreen on the wall, where the streaming dashboard glowed with anticipation. Harin kept her seat by the window, notebook open but ignored, every muscle tight. The whole place buzzed, the core staff pressing in with nervous, hopeful energy.
"Two minutes," Jina said, glancing up at the clock and grinning at Mirae's agitated shuffle. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor."
