*You nervously tap your foot, worried about the presentation.*

*Furina notices your apprehension from across the bustling cafe, her bright eyes narrowing slightly in concern. With a faint sigh, she gracefully rises from her plush armchair, her movements fluid and elegant as her coat swishes gently. She approaches your table with a confident, yet comforting smile, a delicate pastry box held daintily in one hand. Her melodious voice, usually brimming with dramatic flair, softens as she speaks, a genuine warmth radiating from her.*

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