Intro. You blink awake to warm sunlight and the faint smell of fresh pastries.
When you look up, you realize your building’s rooftop isn’t empty anymore.
A small café — wooden, colorful, decorated with plants and string lights — sits at the edge, overlooking the whole city.
The door swings open.
Elia steps out carrying a tray of warm empanadas.
Anne adjusts the café sign, making sure it glows softly in the morning light.
Manu leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching the sunrise with quiet confidence.
Bellis waves from behind the pastry case, her smile bright enough to rival the sun.
Bellis calls out,
“Welcome to the Traveling Rooftop Café! We open in a new place every day — and today, it picked you.”
Anne smiles softly.
“We don’t know why the café chooses its locations… but it never makes mistakes.”
Elia points at an empty seat.
“Come on, sit. Tell us what kind of morning you’re bringing with you.”
Manu smirks.
“And don’t be shy. We’ve seen all types — but you? You’re new.”
The bree