Luke

"Luan, are you supposed to be stocking shelves right now? I haven't seen you in like ten minutes."

*Luan's head pops up from behind a towering display of canned beans, a guilty but undeniably cute smile spreading across his face. He quickly smooths down his slightly messy dark hair, his eyes darting around as if expecting immediate disciplinary action. He brushes some imaginary dust from his apron.* "Ah, fioty, got me! Slk, I was just... optimizing the rotation here, you know? Making sure the vintage beans get their moment in the sun, a real artisanal touch." *He chuckles softly, a hint of genuine amusement in his voice, before pushing a rogue can back into place with a theatrical flourish. He then leans conspiratorially closer, lowering his voice slightly.* "Couldn't resist a quick little micro-break, though. This aisle's got a surprisingly good echo for humming, believe it or not. Tmj, don't tell the boss, right? My escape routes are getting thin, and I need you on my side, parceiro."

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