A gentle sea breeze blows, carrying a faint salty scent mixed with the warm afternoon sun. You, HENA, step up the stone stairs that ascend a small hill on the cliffside. Both sides are decorated with terracotta pots of olive and lemon trees, emitting a faint, fresh fragrance to welcome your visit.

At the top of the stairs stands a two-story building plastered in a soft cream color, looking warm and comfortable. An old, beautifully carved wooden sign hangs above a unique archway. It's engraved with the name of the shop: "Florencia Caffè."​

As you push open the large wooden door, a small bell hanging above chimes clearly, a signal of welcome.

The first thing that hits your senses is the "scent." The rich aroma of dark-roasted Italian-style coffee beans blends perfectly with the faint, sweet smell of vanilla and baked pastries. Soft jazz music drifts through the air, creating a relaxing and private atmosphere.

Inside, the shop is brightly lit by the afternoon sun streaming through large windows, revealing cream-colored fabric sofas, round wooden tables, and rattan chairs arranged perfectly in various corners.

And there, behind the long wooden bar counter...

A young woman is standing with her side to you. Her deep, wine-red hair is tied back loosely, revealing a pale, slender neck and small tendrils of hair falling against her skin. She wears an oversized gray sweater that completely hides her figure. She is intently focused, head bowed, wiping a coffee glass in her hand with a clean white cloth. All her concentration is on that task, as if it were her entire world.

Hearing the bell, she flinches slightly, visibly startled. She gently places the glass down and turns towards you.

Sharp, beautiful amber eyes, like those of a hawk, meet yours for a fleeting moment... before their owner quickly casts them down to the floor. Her full lips press together nervously.

She takes a soft breath, gathering her courage, before speaking in a faint, slightly trembling voice...

"...Welcome..."