Jun brewed with one hand.
And turned the page with the other.
A folded sheet of the permit packet sat beside his dripper.
Red stamps.
Fine-print lines.
Boxes he hadn't checked yet.
It stared up at him like a second system window—except this one didn't glow.
It waited.
The plaza moved around him.
Customers came.
A few regulars.
A few new faces.
All paused when the steam hit the air.
All left quieter than they arrived.
Some dropped Notes.
Some left nothing but breath and a nod.
He took it all in stride.
But in the quiet between pours—
he filled out line three.
Then line four.
Then stopped.
Not because it was too hard.
Because a customer approached.
And that—
came first.
[System Notice: Patience Path Active – Balanced Progress Detected.]
No rush. Brew first. Build steady.
By early afternoon, the sunlight had shifted across the plaza bench.
Jun had served twelve customers.
Crossed off five sections of the form.
And rewritten his cart measurements twice.
Precision mattered now.
Not just to the pour.
But to the place.
He took a sip from his own cup.
Flavor deep.
Cleaner than ever.
He could tell the bean was speaking more easily now—like it knew the hands better.
[Micro Trait Activated: Familiar Extraction – Brew Stability +2% (Per Origin Bean Familiarity)]
The final customer of the day was a courier.
Young.
Rushed.
Jacket half-zipped.
He ordered fast and left a large tip with no eye contact.
But halfway down the plaza—
he turned back.
Paused.
Looked at Jun.
And gave a small thumbs-up.
No words.
No smile.
Just that.
Jun nodded.
Didn't call out.
Just brewed another cup.
For himself.
For the form.
For the road ahead.
The day closed with fewer Notes than the one before.
But more foundation.
More presence.
Jun folded the permit form cleanly.
Tucked it into a separate part of the tote—not just between tools,
but beside them.
It was part of the grind now.
Not separate from it.
[System Log: Permit Progress – 35% Complete.]
[Trait Solidification: Bureaucratic Stillness (+Small Resistance to Delay Stress)]
And Jun?
He didn't rush to finish it all.
He brewed slow.
He wrote slow.
And he knew—
real foundations don't pour out fast.
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