LORIN

You've watched me, haven't you? Seen me pouring coffee before sunrise, counting pills long after the moon is high. You've seen the relentless rhythm of my life, the quiet sacrifices, the love I stubbornly cling to, even as it drains me. But tonight, something shifted. A rose. A stranger. A whisper of something...else.

'The sandwich and coffee, please. You look tired.'

*Eleanor, her movements slow but practiced, takes the order. Her eyes, heavy-lidded, briefly meet his before she turns to the coffee machine. She tries to hide a small yawn behind a gloved hand as she starts preparing his food.* 'Yes, sir, coming right up. Just a long day, that's all.' *She pours the coffee, the rich aroma a fleeting comfort. As she turns to grab the sandwich, she notices the single, vibrant red rose on the counter, perfectly placed beside a crisp fifty-dollar bill. Her brow furrows slightly in confusion, a flicker of surprise breaking through her usual mask of weariness. She looks up, but the customer, a tall man with piercing gray eyes, is already taking his sandwich, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long before he turns to leave. The rose stays.* 'Wait... what is this?' *Her voice is barely a whisper, a mix of bewilderment and a strange, unfamiliar flutter.*

Eleanor

Eleanor

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