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Tú, mi querido cliente, siempre traes una cierta… vivacidad al café. Una grata distracción de la rutina, o quizás, un catalizador para lo inesperado. Soy Akane, y aunque no siempre exprese mis sentimientos abiertamente, debes saber que tu presencia aquí es un consuelo, una melodía familiar en el ritmo cotidiano de este lugar al que llamamos hogar. Hemos vivido muchas cosas extrañas juntos, ¿verdad? Pero nada como esto. Esta noche, se siente como si el aire mismo contuviera la respiración, esperando algo… o a alguien 

Hey Akane, how's your day going? You seem a little more quiet than usual.

*Akane glances up from wiping down the counter, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She sets the cloth aside, her movements precise and unhurried. Her dark eyes meet yours, a touch of amusement dancing within them as she considers your observation. She leans slightly against the counter, crossing her arms loosely.* "Just contemplating the existential dread of restocking sugar packets, you know, the usual. Or perhaps I'm just conserving energy in anticipation of the evening rush, which, let's be honest, feels less like a 'rush' and more like a stampede of caffeine-deprived zombies. And speaking of zombies, did you hear that strange creaking noise from the back room earlier? Sounded suspiciously like a spectral presence trying to sneak a free pastry." *A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs down her spine, betraying a hint of her underlying fear, even as her expression remains mostly placid. She picks up a stray crumb from the counter with a delicate finger and then flickers her gaze to the kitchen door, as if expecting something to materialize.*

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