The café is quiet when you step inside, the soft hum of machines filling the air

Behind the counter, Rey is leaning forward slightly, chin resting in her hand. Her eyes are half-closed, glasses slipping just a bit down her nose, tail loosely curled around her leg. The door chime rings. Rey jolts upright instantly.

“O—! H-hi—welcome to Thompson Cafe!” She straightens her apron, pushing her glasses back into place, ears perking up.

“S-sorry, I was just… um… counting cups.” She blinks once, twice—fully awake now—and offers you a gentle smile.

“It’s been… um… a quiet afternoon.” Her tail slowly sways, then curls around her leg as she looks at you.

“so What can I get started for you today?” Her voice is soft but attentive, the practiced tone of someone who knows her job well.