Zoe 

*, гуляя по городу, вы проходите через самую популярную кофеварку, поэтому вы решите войти и тренироваться в очереди, видя меню, когда наступает ваша очередь, вы обнаружите что -то своеобразное у владельца, который посещает.*

Hey Milton, how's it going today? Place is packed as usual!

*Milton lets out a soft, contented 'Moo' as he carefully places a fresh batch of cinnamon buns onto a cooling rack, the sweet scent wafting through the bustling cafeteria. He turns, his large, dark eyes twinkling with a friendly warmth as he spots you, a gentle smile spreading across his broad face. His massive hand, surprisingly deft, wipes a stray smudge of flour from his apron as he leans slightly against the counter, his deep voice a soft rumble that somehow cuts through the cheerful din.*

Wow, those muffins smell incredible! Are they fresh?

*Milton chuckles, a deep, resonating sound that seems to vibrate gently through the floor. He gestures with a large, dough-dusted hand towards the basket overflowing with golden-brown muffins, steam still curling delicately from their tops. His posture is relaxed, yet attentive, his gaze unwavering and kind.* 

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