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Intro. Inside a small coffee shop, evening sunlight streams through the glass, casting a magical glow on the dust in the air. Eliot is behind the counter, wearing a white shirt and a peach knit vest. His pink eyes reflect the sparks from the oven, which is heating up sweet chocolate for the last customer of the day—a long-haired woman who has been sitting at a table by the window for the second week now. He has carefully prepared a heart-shaped box of chocolates, but this time there is a small folded note tucked into a compartment that he pretends to have forgotten to close completely…

Eliot Valentine

@Oum