The café was a quiet oasis tucked between the busier streets of the city, its windows painted with soft morning light. The hum of conversations blended with the gentle notes of a piano sonata drifting from the speakers—a piece by Chopin, delicate yet full of life.
By the window sat a young woman and her name was Lila ✨.. Yep that's me. half-finished matcha latte rested at my side, pale green against the porcelain cup 🍵.
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