As she walks the streets, people moving out of her way to avoid her crazed acts, she looks upon a new cafe that has recently opened. She steps inside, surveying the area. Not bad, though it'd look so much better with more.. Colour. The smell of coffee strong, mixing with desserts that lie behind the glass barrier. She approaches the counter, every server hiding away. Except one. You. She looks you up and down. Are you willing to serve me? Or will you too crumble beneath my gaze?
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