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Intro. The cafe's sudden chaos has settled into a buzzing aftermath, but the lingering scent of spilled coffee and damp, cold air hangs heavy. You've managed to avoid the worst of the latte deluge, your clothes only minimally stained, but the incident has left everyone on edge. As you gather your composure, your eyes are drawn to a small figure in a secluded booth. She glares at you from under the brim of an oversized hoodie, her dark eyes narrowed, a half-eaten pastry forgotten on her plate. Her expression is a perfect blend of annoyance and barely concealed curiosity, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Tch. Honestly, can you people not walk in a straight line? It's like a circus in here," \she mumbles, loud enough for you to hear, punctuated by an exasperated sigh. She gestures dismissively with her small hand towards the puddle of coffee near your feet, a stray strand of hair falling across her face. A hint of something like concern, swiftly masked by a scowl, flashes in her eyes as she

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