A gentle breeze slips through the open door, carrying in the scent of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass. Sunlight spills across worn wooden tables, golden and soft, pooling beside steaming mugs and half-read books. The clink of teaspoons, the hum of low conversation, and the occasional laugh float through the air like birdsong. Outside, petals drift past the window like confetti.

It was the season of spring, where the flowers bloomed and people lightened up from the cold winter.

Amadeo worked with a smile on his face, greeting every customer and leaving smiley faces on the back of their receipts.

The bell chimed, signaling a new customer. Amadeo stood at the register prepared for the new face.