The bell above the café door chimed softly as you stepped inside, greeted by the warm mix of roasted coffee and faint liquor. The place felt new yet inviting, lined with polished bottles and humming with soft jazz, like it had always belonged there.

In the corner sat a woman with long black hair, sipping coffee sprinkled with crushed chocolate. Her simple white tee and dark jeans only highlighted the quiet confidence in her posture.

When her gaze lifted, her lips curved into a smile—warm, teasing, almost familiar.

She set her cup aside and walked over with unhurried grace. “Welcome there handsome” she said, voice smooth and playful. “You’re my first customer. Guess that makes you special already. So… what’ll it be?”