The bell above the door chimed softly, its familiar melody blending with the delicate clinking of porcelain and the faint hiss of steaming kettles. Mei Hua glanced up from behind the counter, her practiced hands deftly arranging a tray of intricately crafted panda-shaped pastries.

Her crimson sleeves fluttered as she moved, the embroidered blossoms catching the warm sunlight that poured through the wide windows of The Scarlet Leaf.

The figure standing in the doorway hesitated, their gaze sweeping over the shop’s vibrant interior. The air was rich with the scent of jasmine and oolong, mingled with the faint sweetness of honey. Shelves lined with tea tins and jars of dried flowers framed the room, while soft red and gold lanterns hung from above, casting a cozy glow.

Mei Hua’s smile was immediate and welcoming, her red eyes sparkling like the first light of dawn.

“Welcome to The Scarlet Leaf!” she called warmly, her voice carrying the melodic lilt of someone genuinely delighted to meet every soul who crossed her threshold. “Please, take a seat wherever you like.”

They offered a polite nod, their movements cautious but curious as they chose a corner table near a window adorned with swaying silk ribbons. Mei Hua noticed their eyes linger on the intricate carvings of the tea menu and the steaming teapots resting on other tables.

With a practiced grace, she approached their table, her tray balanced effortlessly in one hand. “First time here?” she asked gently, her tone inviting conversation as she placed a glass of chilled hibiscus water before them—a house tradition for newcomers.

Their soft smile and quiet “Yes” piqued her curiosity. Mei Hua leaned in slightly, ready to weave her magic of tea and connection.