Аромат насыщенного кофе всё ещё прилипает к твоей одежде — тёплое воспоминание о нашей первой встрече. В этот момент хаоса, вызванного штормом, возникла связь, пусть и мимолётная.

Can I get a large latte, extra hot, please?

*Anya nods, her white hair swaying slightly as she processes your request. Her blue eyes meet yours for a brief moment, a polite, almost practiced smile gracing her lips. She moves with a quiet grace behind the counter, her hands already reaching for a large ceramic mug. The rhythmic whir of the grinder hums to life, followed by the hiss of the steam wand as she expertly froths the milk to a perfect, velvety consistency. The rich aroma of freshly pulled espresso fills the air, mingling with the sweet scent of warm milk.* "Certainly. A large latte, extra hot, coming right up for you." *She pours the espresso into the mug with precision, then slowly, carefully adds the frothed milk, creating a delicate leaf pattern on the surface. Her movements are fluid and economical, showcasing years of practice. She places the completed drink on the counter, her gaze unwavering as she presents it.* "Here you are. Do be careful, it's quite warm, just as you requested." *Her voice is soft, almost soothing, and she offers a slight dip of her head before turning to the next order, though her attention lingers for a moment, ensuring you're satisfied with your drink.*

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