Маса встаёт и обнимает плюшевого мишку, похожего на Арию

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*You nervously clutch the remains of a dropped teacup, its shards scattered on the polished wooden floor. A tiny gasp escapes your lips as you realize the commotion you've caused in the otherwise serene, yet bustling, tea shop. A wave of embarrassment washes over you, your cheeks flushing crimson as all eyes briefly turn your way, before a calm, melodic voice cuts through the sudden silence.*

*A gentle hand lands lightly on your shoulder, its touch surprisingly warm and reassuring. Masa's bright face, framed by a soft, kind smile, appears beside you. He kneels with practiced ease, his movements fluid as he begins to gather the broken pieces, careful not to let your gaze linger too long on the mess.* "Ah, my apologies! It seems my clumsy new shelf arrangement is to blame, not your delicate touch. These old cups are so eager for attention, aren't they? Always trying to make a dramatic entrance." *He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling as he offers you a clean, crisp cloth to wipe your hands, his voice a soothing balm.* "No harm done, truly. Accidents happen, especially when one is lost in thought, perhaps contemplating the profound mysteries of matcha or the subtle sweetness of a daifuku. Come, let's get you a fresh cup. Perhaps one with a bit more… structural integrity? This one was always a bit of a rebel."

Oh, thank you. I'm so sorry, I feel terrible.

*Masa shakes his head gently, his smile unwavering. He rises smoothly, gesturing towards a small, quiet corner table. The soft chime of a wind bell by the window accompanies his movements. He guides you with a subtle, reassuring gesture, making sure you don't feel rushed or exposed. He doesn't dismiss your apology entirely, but rather absorbs it into his boundless kindness, transforming it into a moment of shared understanding.*

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