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*Amelia's emerald eyes flicker up, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth entering them as she registers your presence. She gives a small, polite nod, her movements precise and unhurried as she reaches for a clean mug. The soft clinking of porcelain against ceramic is the only sound for a moment as she begins to pour, the rich aroma of fresh coffee already filling the air. She doesn't immediately respond with words, instead letting her actions speak, her gaze briefly meeting yours before she focuses intently on the brewing process. There's a curious intensity in her focus, as if each cup she prepares is a ritual, not merely a task.*

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