The steps didn't echo the same way anymore.
Not because Jun had changed anything.
But because the people who passed by—
had.
The plaza's rhythm had softened.
Fewer rushes.
Fewer sidelong glances.
Even the old vendor who used to grunt while setting up—
paused.
Just once.
Long enough to nod toward Jun's cart before pulling open his crate.
No words.
But recognition lived in the breath between them.
Jun didn't brew faster.
Didn't hang a sign that said "Official Vendor."
Didn't place the permit on the cart.
It stayed folded behind the grinder.
Where only he could feel it.
[System Log: Passive Zone Echo Detected – Trust Nodes Forming (Northern Ring)]
[XP Gained: +12 – Long-Term Rhythm Stabilization]
Before the first pour, a woman in office flats paused halfway down the steps.
She glanced at the board.
Then at the grinder.
Then at Jun.
Her bag strap slipped off her shoulder. She adjusted it—twice.
Jun didn't speak.
