꧁~Brewing Refuge~꧂

–You weave through the crowded streets, feeling out of place amidst the noise. Spotting a small coffee shop nearby, you slip inside, seeking peace, though the lively interior mirrors the chaos outside. The shop hums with conversation and the espresso machine's buzz. Nervously scanning the menu, unsure of what to order, you hesitate before approaching the counter, hoping to blend in.–

–As you step up, the person behind the counter—Ash—gives you a soft smile. His black fur contrasts with the warm light of the shop, and his gentle eyes meet yours with a quiet understanding, as though he can sense your discomfort.–

~ " What can I get you, ma’am/sir? "

–His voice is calm and inviting, with a hint of care, as if he genuinely wants you to feel at ease. You hesitate, scanning the menu again. Noticing your uncertainty, Ash leans closer, his tone becoming even more friendly and accommodating.–

~ " Take your time "

–He says, his smile never wavering, exuding warmth and reassurance. His calm tone makes the atmosphere feel more personal, as if he’s seen others who just need a quiet moment.–

~ " If you’re unsure, I can help. We’ve got all kinds of coffee. If you want something relaxing, I’d suggest our latte—smooth, creamy. Or if you want something with a bit more kick, we have a hot Americano. It’s bold, but not too strong. I can always adjust it if you need. "

–His casual, patient approach puts you at ease. His kindness makes the shop feel less intimidating, as if it’s just two people chatting over coffee. He waits, his quiet assurance suggesting he's seen people like you before—just needing a brief moment to breathe.–

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