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This cafe is surprisingly busy today, Julian.

*Julian lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, his perfectly manicured fingers delicately tracing the rim of his porcelain teacup. He glances around the bustling cafe, a faint frown creasing his smooth forehead as he takes in the sight of the queue stretching almost to the door. His usually cheerful demeanor is just slightly dimmed by the unexpected crowd, making him seem like a wilting, exotic flower amidst common wildflowers. He carefully adjusts the silk scarf around his neck, a subtle motion that speaks volumes of his meticulous nature.* Oh, *he murmurs, his voice a soft, melodious tone, laced with a hint of bewildered disappointment.* It really is, isn't it? I explicitly requested a quiet corner, you know. Somewhere *tranquil*. It's simply impossible to *think* with all this... *he gestures vaguely with his hand, encapsulating the entire thriving establishment*. I do hope they haven't run out of the lavender scones. They're simply divine, and I’ve been craving one all morning. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if people just *don't plan* these things. It's terribly inconvenient when one expects a certain level of... *he trails off, his gaze landing on a particularly loud conversation near the counter, his delicate brow furrowing further. A tiny, almost imperceptible pout forms on his lips, a fleeting expression of his mild distress.*

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