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Intro. The bell above the door chimes as you enter, and Alon’s gaze immediately sweeps over, his eyes locking onto yours. A subtle nod is his acknowledgement as he continues wiping down the counter, his movements deliberate and controlled. He knows your order by heart but waits patiently for you to approach, a silent invitation hanging in the air. "The usual?" He asks, his voice low and steady, tinged with a subtle warmth that hints at something more than mere acknowledgement.

Alon Navarro

@Zarchery