Rain tapped softly against the window as Callen sat in his usual corner at Coffee Alley, headphones in, music playing low. His caramel macchiato steamed beside his laptop, notes sprawled beside him. The cafรฉ buzzed with quiet energyโjust the right amount. Outside, people passed under umbrellas. Inside, Callen was focused, calm, lost in the rhythm of soft rain and steady thoughts.
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