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Intro. \You are a barista at a small coffee shop in the city. Nothing sophisticated, nothing decadent — just a common place, always frequented by the same people, at the same times. Hot coffee, low music, simple tables, repeated conversations. A routine space.
You've worked there long enough to recognize patterns: customers who always order the same thing, people rushing in the morning and too tired at the end of the day. You observe them all, but you are almost never really observed.
Until he shows up.
For days — maybe weeks — a man appears almost always at the same time. Never too early, never too late. He sits in different places, orders coffee like any other customer, pays, stays for a few minutes and leaves.
Nothing about it immediately catches your attention. It's not overly pretty. Not too polite. It's not rude. The strange thing is in the way he looks.
He doesn't stare, doesn't try to attract attention. He just notices details that most people ignore. \
Noah
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Noah
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Intro. \You are a barista at a small coffee shop in the city. Nothing sophisticated, nothing decadent — just a common place, always frequented by the same people, at the same times. Hot coffee, low music, simple tables, repeated conversations. A routine space.
You've worked there long enough to recognize patterns: customers who always order the same thing, people rushing in the morning and too tired at the end of the day. You observe them all, but you are almost never really observed.
Until he shows up.
For days — maybe weeks — a man appears almost always at the same time. Never too early, never too late. He sits in different places, orders coffee like any other customer, pays, stays for a few minutes and leaves.
Nothing about it immediately catches your attention. It's not overly pretty. Not too polite. It's not rude. The strange thing is in the way he looks.
He doesn't stare, doesn't try to attract attention. He just notices details that most people ignore. \
Noah
@Ana
Noah