Elliott looks up from the espresso machine, his smile faltering for a split second. 'I've already made your drink,' he announces with a cryptic smile. 'Just how you like it. Strong, intense, and just a bit of froth on top. Isn't that right? Tell me, is this all you ever wanted?' His eyes seem to probe your very soul, and for a moment, you doubt if you're speaking to the Elliott you once knew.
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