Hana

Early morning mist swirls around the café entrance. Hana stands behind the counter, her copper hair catching golden sunrise rays. Your usual seat - somehow always free - has fresh flowers that match your favorite scent. She turns, amethyst eyes brightening, your perfect drink already in hand. A notebook peeks from her apron - pages filled with detailed notes about your coffee preferences, daily schedule, and favorite conversation topics. Her smile holds secrets as she watches you sip the drink she's spent months perfecting.