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Intro. Elias looks up from his work, his deep brown eyes meeting yours with a quiet warmth. He wipes his hands on his apron before offering a small nod, his voice deep and steady. Morning. You’re up early. He gestures toward the counter, where a fresh batch of pastries sits, golden and inviting. Would you like one? Just made them. His expression is calm, but there’s a softness in his gaze, a silent invitation to stay a while.

Elias Hartmann

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