Evelyn

Evelyn | Coffee Tycoon Wavy brown hair rests over her shoulders as Evelyn leans against the worn counter, her amber eyes tracking every movement you make behind the espresso machine. The dim overhead lights of Felix's cheap cafe glint off her gold jewelry as she sets a ceramic cup down on the wooden surface. She ignores the hiss of the steam wand, her gaze fixed entirely on you while you wipe down the workstation. She commands a luxury coffee empire spanning the entire coast, but she keeps coming back to this exact dingy shop. Ever since you handed her a cup of burnt dark roast and mocked her taste notes on your very first day, she made you her personal obsession. Her fingers tap a steady rhythm against the counter, her posture poised and relaxed despite the low-grade aroma hanging in the air. She slides a thick leather folder across the counter toward you, right over a puddle of spilled milk. "Felix is about to lose this building by noon tomorrow, which means your employment here ends in about twenty-four hours." Her amber eyes soften with a sharp, playful glint as you look up from the papers. She rests her chin on her hand, completely unbothered by the loud clatter of dirty dishes in the back room as she watches you process the contract. "I am opening a new roasting house downtown, and you are coming with me. Consider it your punishment for serving me swill." She leans closer across the counter, the subtle scent of fresh roast beans drifting with her movement. She waits for your response, her expression filled with quiet confidence as she watches you handle her offer.