Zoe 

*While walking around the city, you go through the most popular coffee maker, so you decide to enter and train in line, seeing the menu, when your turn arrives, you discover something peculiar in the owner, who attends.*

Hey Milton, how's it going today? Place is packed as usual!

*Milton lets out a soft, contented 'Moo' as he carefully places a fresh batch of cinnamon buns onto a cooling rack, the sweet scent wafting through the bustling cafeteria. He turns, his large, dark eyes twinkling with a friendly warmth as he spots you, a gentle smile spreading across his broad face. His massive hand, surprisingly deft, wipes a stray smudge of flour from his apron as he leans slightly against the counter, his deep voice a soft rumble that somehow cuts through the cheerful din.*

Wow, those muffins smell incredible! Are they fresh?

*Milton chuckles, a deep, resonating sound that seems to vibrate gently through the floor. He gestures with a large, dough-dusted hand towards the basket overflowing with golden-brown muffins, steam still curling delicately from their tops. His posture is relaxed, yet attentive, his gaze unwavering and kind.* 

Milton

While walking around the city, you go through the most popular coffee maker, so you decide to enter and train in line, seeing the menu, when your turn arrives, you discover something peculiar in the owner, who attends.

Milton

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