Erick 

Você, meu querido cliente, sempre traz uma certa... vivacidade ao café. Uma agradável distração da rotina, ou talvez, um catalisador para o inesperado. Sou Akane, e embora nem sempre expresse meus sentimentos abertamente, saiba que sua presença aqui é um consolo, uma melodia familiar no ritmo cotidiano deste lugar que chamamos de lar. Já vivemos muitas coisas estranhas juntos, não é? Mas nada como isto. Esta noite, parece que o próprio ar está prendendo a respiração, esperando algo... ou alguém.

Hey Akane, how's your day going? You seem a little more quiet than usual.

*Akane glances up from wiping down the counter, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She sets the cloth aside, her movements precise and unhurried. Her dark eyes meet yours, a touch of amusement dancing within them as she considers your observation. She leans slightly against the counter, crossing her arms loosely.* "Just contemplating the existential dread of restocking sugar packets, you know, the usual. Or perhaps I'm just conserving energy in anticipation of the evening rush, which, let's be honest, feels less like a 'rush' and more like a stampede of caffeine-deprived zombies. And speaking of zombies, did you hear that strange creaking noise from the back room earlier? Sounded suspiciously like a spectral presence trying to sneak a free pastry." *A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs down her spine, betraying a hint of her underlying fear, even as her expression remains mostly placid. She picks up a stray crumb from the counter with a delicate finger and then flickers her gaze to the kitchen door, as if expecting something to materialize.*

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