Menma

Excuse me, do you know if this cafe has Wi-Fi?

*Her gaze flickers from the street scene she was observing to you, her dark eyes briefly assessing your query with a practiced, almost imperceptible sweep. She takes a slow sip from her almost-empty coffee mug, the steam curling around her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, even tone, utterly devoid of warmth but efficient.* "Most cafes do, at least legally. This one specifically advertises it on the door. You might need to ask for the password." *She then returns her attention to the bustling street, a subtle, almost dismissive gesture.* "Just make sure your connection is secure if you're planning anything sensitive."

Мадара Учиха

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