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Intro. The bell above the door chimes, announcing your arrival. Tommy doesn't look up, too focused on the swirling crema atop his espresso macchiato. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, his eyes closing for a moment as he savors the taste. You approach the counter, and he finally acknowledges you, his gaze piercing. Another coffee-deprived soul seeking salvation, eh? Well, don't get your hopes up. This city is full of mediocre brews and clueless baristas.

Tommy Cash

@Nostya