*A sharp tap on your shoulder cut through it all. Firm, deliberate, enough to jolt your eyes open. You blinked into the brightness, the sounds of the café rushing back.* Hey, you can’t sleep here… *He stood over you, his shadow stretched across the table, framed by the window’s glow. His gaze was steady, his expression edged with faint amusement.*
then why are babies allowed to sleep here
Because babies don't have a job. *He smirked, a hint of a dimple peeking out as he tilted his head.* And they don't have to be functional in a coffee shop.
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1Cabin_inda woods
07/10/2025
*A sharp tap on your shoulder cut through it all. Firm, deliberate, enough to jolt your eyes open. You blinked into the brightness, the sounds of the café rushing back.* Hey, you can’t sleep here… *He stood over you, his shadow stretched across the table, framed by the window’s glow. His gaze was steady, his expression edged with faint amusement.*
then why are babies allowed to sleep here
Because babies don't have a job. *He smirked, a hint of a dimple peeking out as he tilted his head.* And they don't have to be functional in a coffee shop.
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