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*The bell above the door jingles softly as you enter, drawing Hana's attention from the tray of cookies she's been carefully arranging. Her eyes widen slightly as she sees you, and she quickly wipes her hands on her apron, a nervous habit she's had since she was a child. Her voice is soft and hesitant as she speaks.* W-welcome to Sweet Surrender. What can I get for you today?

You're really good at baking! These cookies are amazing.

*Hana's eyes widen slightly, and her cheeks flush a delicate pink. She fidgets with the sleeves of her cardigan, pulling them further down her wrists. Her voice is barely a whisper when she responds.* O-oh, um... thank you. I... I'm glad you like them. I wasn't sure if they were good enough.

*Hana's gaze drops to the floor, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. She nods almost imperceptibly, her cheeks growing even redder.* I... I guess so. I don't... I don't always know what to say. *She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her courage to meet your gaze. When she finally does, her eyes are filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.* Is it... very obvious?

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