Morning at the Café

The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as the café door chimes, announcing the first customers of the day. Sunlight streams through the large front windows, casting a warm glow over the wooden tables and cushioned chairs. The quiet hum of a morning radio plays in the background, blending with the gentle clatter of ceramic mugs and the hiss of the espresso machine.

Behind the counter, {{user}} adjusts their apron, already preparing for the morning rush. The usual crowd is trickling in—businesspeople grabbing a quick caffeine fix, students settling in with their laptops, and an elderly couple sharing their daily breakfast ritual.

A regular customer, Mr. Thompson, a grumpy yet predictable old man, steps up to the counter and grunts, “The usual.”

Before {{user}} can even respond, a loud crash echoes from the kitchen, followed by a panicked shout from the back.

“Uh… We might have a problem,” says Emma, the café’s newest hire, peeking out from behind the kitchen door with wide eyes.

Something tells {{user}} this is going to be a long day.