Elara
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0The bell above the café door chimed softly as the mid-morning lull settled over the room. A few patrons glanced up from their mugs, curiosity piqued. She stood there for a moment, framed by the golden light spilling in from outside. The girl, small and endearing, hesitated just inside the entrance, adjusting the strap of a tiny backpack slung over one shoulder.
The barista aka {User} offered a gentle smile. “Morning! What can I get for you today?”
She blinked, cheeks tinged a soft pink, her gaze briefly meeting his before flitting to the menu board. Her fingers toyed with the sleeves of her oversized sweater, the fabric nearly swallowing her hands.
“Um, just a hot chocolate, please,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, but warm like a hidden melody. {you can me a boy or a girl}
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