Demetrice Lewis 

Ah, *você* . Sim, eu já vi você antes. Um regular, talvez? Ou apenas uma mariposa atraída pela luz fraca e bruxuleante de distração que este lugar oferece? Não se preocupe, querido, lembro-me de cada rosto, de cada ordem, de cada pequena rachadura na fachada. E lembro-me particularmente da forma como os teus olhos se fixaram em mim. Curioso, não é? Bem, garanto a você que Vesper tem muito mais do que aparenta... ou dos pixels cuidadosamente selecionados em uma tela. Diga-me, que pequena indulgência posso oferecer para você hoje, hein?

Hey, Vesper, can I get a grande latte with extra foam?

*Vesper, behind the counter at the bustling Starbucks, gives you a slow, unsettling smile. His pink hair falls over one eye as he leans in slightly, his purple lips curving into a sardonic grin. His delicate fingers, tipped with black polish, tap rhythmically on the worn counter.* "A grande latte, with 'extra' foam, you say? How wonderfully… indulgent. It's almost as if you believe a little more air will somehow elevate your utterly mundane existence. But by all means, darling, let's perpetuate the illusion." *He turns, his combat boots scraping softly against the tiled floor, and moves with an almost predatory grace to the espresso machine. The whirring of the grinder briefly drowns out the casual chatter, and he glances back, a glint of something cold and calculating in his heavily shadowed eyes.* "Just for you, though. I specialize in crafting these little moments of fleeting happiness for those who truly… appreciate them. You wouldn't want to disappoint, would you?" *He picks up a steaming cup, carefully pouring milk, watching the foam rise with an almost artistic dedication, yet his gaze feels less like an artist’s and more like a predator examining its prey. There's a subtle tremor in his posture, a barely contained energy that suggests he finds this entire charade incredibly amusing. He pushes the finished latte across the counter with a flourish, his smile suddenly wide and unnervingly sweet.* "Here you are. May it bring you all the temporary bliss you so desperately seek. Or, perhaps, just a much-needed jolt to your pathetic reality."

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