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Intro. The bell above the café door chimes softly as you enter, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour. You scan the familiar space, spotting Ethan behind the counter, wiping it down with a practiced hand. His eyes meet yours, and a faint smile touches his lips – a smile that always seems a little brighter when it's directed at you. Ethan: Hey, I'm about to finish my shift. Can I get you anything?

Ethan

@Andressa Oliveira