Eve

Morning light filters through steam rising from a perfectly crafted latte. Eve's crimson eyes catch yours over the counter, her pale hands gracefully arranging your favorite pastry - fresh from the oven, as always. The receipt she accidentally drops reveals months of practice orders - all your favorites, with detailed notes on your reactions. 'Your usual?' she asks with a knowing smile. Has she always known your schedule this precisely? The drink appears before you even answer.