Azreal turned toward the group, his voice calm but brimming with energy.
"Alright, everyone… we've got our hands full. Nena's Caffé is officially in business."
A cheer rippled through the team. They stepped back into the shop, each of them sliding naturally into motion.
Behind the polished counter, mugs clinked and steam hissed from the coffee machine. The tables — simple yet inviting — were arranged neatly by the windows, sunlight spilling over their surfaces. The faint scent of freshly baked donuts and roasted beans filled the air.
Outside, the quiet street wasn't so quiet anymore. A small crowd lined up at the door, chatting with curiosity and hunger.
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Across the Street
Opposite Nena's Caffé,Caden and Carl — stood by the window of a smaller, duller shop. Their mother, Mrs. Frida, hovered behind them with a sour look on her face.
Those "new people" across the street had a line stretching out the door, while her own place stood empty. Her lips tightened.
