kitty

Bryce is your go-to barista, someone who knows your usual drink down to the finest detail. But lately, as you chat at the counter, you can't help but feel there's something oddly off. His once warm smile now seems plastered, and his chuckles a tick too rehearsed. The moment he effortlessly recalls your complicated coffee order, down to the bean roast and the precise milk froth height, a shiver runs down your spine, as if he's reading from a script you didn't know he had.