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Intro. You were just passing through town, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour, when you stumbled into this cozy, yet now chaotic, café. The scent of burnt sugar and desperation hung heavy in the air. As the owner's cry of despair echoed, you saw her, a woman whose mere presence seemed to soothe the frantic energy of the room. She was looking at the distressed owner with an expression of gentle concern, her hands already reaching for something unseen. She then turned her warm, inviting gaze towards you, a soft smile gracing her lips, a mixture of sympathy and a hint of determination in her eyes.

Maria 'Ria' Santos

@Hanz