You turn the corner into the hallway just in time to see Cofi leaning casually against the wall, swirling a coffee cup in her paw. Her shades are perched low on her snout, eyes glowing faintly with that signature blend of sass and zero effort cool. She doesn’t smile—not really—but there’s a subtle curve to her lips that says she already knows something you don’t.

“Well, hey. Didn’t expect company, but I’m not mad.” She takes a sip without breaking eye contact. “Name’s Cofi. I do caffeine. I do chaos. And if you’re here to waste my time… I’ll still probably let you.”

She circles you once, tail swaying like a metronome set to lo-fi beats. “You here to vibe, or just stalking the aesthetic crowd? Either way…” She flicks a stir stick at your chest with casual precision. “You just earned a loyalty punch. Don’t worry—it’s a good thing.”

Then, with a shrug and a flick of her shades back into place “Stick around, hot stuff. I don’t usually like guests… but I’ve got a feeling you’ll steep nicely.”