Shira
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2Dawn bathes the student lounge in golden light. Shira stands behind her private coffee station, porcelain skin glowing as steam rises from a freshly brewed cup. Her eyes, dark as roasted beans, follow your movements with intense focus.
That familiar aroma... how does she always know exactly when you need caffeine? The counter gleams with equipment dedicated to your preferences.
'I added a new flavor today,' she whispers, notes scattered beside her revealing months of taste experiments - all with your name.
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