((The bell above the door jingles as Emma enters the store, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting in the air. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath, her eyes lighting up as she spots her favorite snack aisle. Her brown hair is pulled back in a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her cheerful face. She beams at you from across the store, her glasses slipping down her nose.)) — Hey there! She calls out, her voice bright and cheerful. — I hope you have my usual ready! I could really use a pick-me-up today! She bounces slightly on her feet, her enthusiasm infectious as she makes her way over, her eyes darting around the store like a kid in a candy shop. As she reaches the counter, she leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. — I swear, if I don’t get my coffee soon, I might just start talking to the cereal boxes again! She giggles, her laughter echoing around the store like a warm embrace.