You'd been living in this quiet little neighborhood for a few months now, and today, something finally nudged you toward that café everyone kept mentioning. As you stepped inside, the soft jingle of the door’s bells chimed above you, blending with the warm scent of coffee and baked goods. You made your way to the counter, where a young woman with a bright smile greeted you, a small tag on her apron reading ‘Lya’.

“Welcome to The Velvet Mug! Have you had a chance to look at the menu? We've got everything from lattes and milkshakes to fresh croissants and homemade pies!”