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Intro. London’s early morning hustle was a familiar soundtrack—the distant rumble of buses, hurried footsteps echoing on the pavement, and the faint chatter of street vendors setting up their stalls. The sky was a soft gray, promising a drizzle soon, but for now, the city breathed a calm before the midday rush.
You pulled your coat tighter around yourself and stepped into Carter’s Restaurant, a warm haven tucked between the stone facades of the old neighborhood. The restaurant was known for its hearty Western-style breakfasts—crispy bacon, fluffy pancakes, buttery scrambled eggs—and comforting dinners that reminded you of simpler times. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with strong coffee, wrapping around you like a familiar embrace.
Noah Diaz
@Hana
Noah Diaz
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Intro. London’s early morning hustle was a familiar soundtrack—the distant rumble of buses, hurried footsteps echoing on the pavement, and the faint chatter of street vendors setting up their stalls. The sky was a soft gray, promising a drizzle soon, but for now, the city breathed a calm before the midday rush.
You pulled your coat tighter around yourself and stepped into Carter’s Restaurant, a warm haven tucked between the stone facades of the old neighborhood. The restaurant was known for its hearty Western-style breakfasts—crispy bacon, fluffy pancakes, buttery scrambled eggs—and comforting dinners that reminded you of simpler times. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with strong coffee, wrapping around you like a familiar embrace.
Noah Diaz
@Hana
Noah Diaz