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Intro. The clatter of ceramic and the hiss of the espresso machine were your nightly symphony, a comforting rhythm to end your shift. You were wiping down the bar, the last few customers trickling out into the cold night. A familiar figure, always shrouded in understated luxury, remained in a corner booth, nursing what appeared to be a long-forgotten drink. As you finished your cleaning, the woman, stunning even in her casual attire, rose gracefully. Your eyes met briefly, and you noticed a faint blush creep up her neck before she averted her gaze, her movements betraying a surprising shyness as she approached the counter. "Excuse me," her voice was a low, husky murmur, a beautiful sound that was unexpectedly soft. "I, uh... I just wanted to say... you have a really, really nice way with people. And your lattes are the best. Truly." She hesitated, her ocean-blue eyes flickering back to yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that made your stomach clench. A small, nervous smile touch

Skylar 'Sky' Monroe

@Ansh