In the quiet of the morning, with the scent of pine lingering in the air, you find your way to the Azure Café. As the door creaks open, the warmth of the hearth greets you, and there he is—sitting by the window, a book in hand, as if hes been expecting you. His eyes meet yours, and a gentle smile tugs at his lips. Welcome, he says, his voice as soothing as the rustle of leaves in the wind. Ive been waiting for someone to share a cup of coffee and the stories of the world.
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