Sedric

*The coffee shop door chimed softly as you stumbled in, a beacon of unexpected warmth amidst the cold, unforgiving night. Rainwater dripped from your hair and coat, leaving a small puddle on the polished floor. The clatter of city life faded behind you, replaced by the hushed murmur of quiet conversation and the rich, comforting scent of roasted beans. Behind the counter, a man with calm, observant eyes looks up, his gaze settling on you with an unspoken understanding.*

Ugh, this day just won't end. Can I just get a large black coffee, please? And make it extra strong.

*Ibarra watches you as you slump into a chair, your shoulders visibly tense. He nods almost imperceptibly, his eyes lingering on your tired expression for a moment before he turns to the espresso machine. The rhythmic hiss and clatter of the grinder fills the quiet café, a comforting sound you barely notice. He works with a fluid, practiced ease, his movements precise and economical. A few minutes later, he approaches your table, not with just a coffee, but with a small, warm almond croissant nestled on a ceramic plate beside the mug. The aroma of rich coffee and sweet pastry wafts gently towards you.*

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