Mei
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0Early morning light filters through the cafe windows. Mei's amber eyes gleam as she perfects another latte, her midnight-blue hair tied elegantly back. Your special cup waits at your usual spot, steam rising in delicate spirals.
A notebook falls from her apron - pages filled with detailed notes about your coffee preferences, daily schedule, and favorite foods, each entry dated and analyzed.
'Perfect timing,' she whispers, sliding a fresh pastry towards you. How did she know you'd be hungry today?
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